Status Updates From Das Wörterbuch der Liebenden

Nomenclature: ...I told you I'd named everything..."Otis" I said "the bed is names Otis"

Juxtaposition

H - Harbinger, hubris ....

this is really proving to be one of the more refreshing books i've read in a while. This poignant distillation of what it means to be in love engages me, emotionally as well in reflecting on what was, is, and will/might be. And with few words in a disjointed narrative. Beautiful.

"Epilogue" - cute definition

"Dumbfounded."

Revisiting :) Never gets old.

...there will never be enough.

can't believe i finally get to read this book! ;D

To jsem zvědavá, co se z toho vyvrbí...

This was beautiful. My only complaint is that I wish it was longer.

Cheers to "why not?"!

This is probably not healthy for me to be reading right now, but it's kind of beautiful.

<3

I'm loving the concept of this book so far.

Especially, page 51 (basis), it has my favorite quote so far from the book. ^^

"There has to be a moment at the beginning when you wonder whether you're in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself."

prosím, ať už je konec :D

Really like it

I'm having fun reading this haha

david, really :')

THISSSS! ❤ ---> “I want my books to have their own shelves,” you said, and that’s how I knew it would be okay to live together.

Then she sat me down and told me not to worry. She said moments like this were like waking up in the middle of the night: You're scared, you're disoriented, and you're completely convinced you're right. But then you stay awake a little longer and you realize things aren't as fearful as they seem.

These words will ultimately end up being the barest of reflections, devoid of the sensations words cannot convey. Trying to write about love is ultimately like trying to have a dictionary represent life. No matter how many words there are, there will never be enough.

The speed does us in. We act rashly, we say too much, we don't let all the synapses connect before we do the thing we shouldn't do.

We do not divulge our histories chronologically. It's not like we can sit each other down and say "Tell me what happened," and then ride from that conversation knowing everything. Most of the time, we don't even realize that we're dividing ourselves into clues.

There was a pause. I was still scared of every gap in our conversation, fearing that this was it, the point where we had nothing left to say. I was still trying to impress you, and I still wanted to be impressed by you, so I could pass along pieces of your impressiveness in stories to my friends, convincing myself that this was possible.

Rereading, just because it's Valentine's Day. :)

I love this book so much, but I have to take it in small doses like really rich cake. <3

Unabashedly. Haahaa. Aww I love this one!

Justice ... Omg