Love Letters for Other People Quotes
Love Letters for Other People
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“She'd never looked as compelling as in that moment.
Never looked so real. Like a woman he wanted to burn down worlds for.”
“Nick's nearness awakened something, a force as everlasting as the one that bound her to the earth.
She would never, she realized, not feel this way.”
“I want you every minute of every day. I want you when I'm dreaming, and when I'm awake, and when I'm so tired I can barely remember my own name. I want you so much that it survives every stupid, desperate thing I hurl at it. Every punch I throw and every letter I write and every shot of tequila I swallow. My whole fucking existence spins on an axis of wanting you."
Because if he’d married Aubrey, he would’ve penned her something every day. Spilled ink like so much lifeblood across the page.
She could probably spend a lifetime trying to solve the equations that made tick and never puzzle through them all.
"You’re what I want most. I’d ruin myself ten times over just to have you again. Even once. I’d break myself to pieces and thank you for it.”
“The thing is,” he continued, looking up at her, “words are more personal than numbers. A four is a four is a four, whether it’s here or in Iran or on the moon. But words . . . Ten different people can use the same word to mean ten different things, and the choice says as much about the message as it does about the person sending it. Words are like windows. They let you see straight into whoever’s writing them. So when you ask for a letter, you’re asking to look. At me.”
"But that's the strange and beautiful thing about life; every once in a while, it offers us another chance. Even when we lose ourselves in the twisting detours and unmarked side streets, we sometimes still manage, miraculously, to stumble out in exactly the place we belong."
"Of course I fucking love you. I can't seem to do anything else.”
― Love Letters for Other People
Never looked so real. Like a woman he wanted to burn down worlds for.”
“Nick's nearness awakened something, a force as everlasting as the one that bound her to the earth.
She would never, she realized, not feel this way.”
“I want you every minute of every day. I want you when I'm dreaming, and when I'm awake, and when I'm so tired I can barely remember my own name. I want you so much that it survives every stupid, desperate thing I hurl at it. Every punch I throw and every letter I write and every shot of tequila I swallow. My whole fucking existence spins on an axis of wanting you."
Because if he’d married Aubrey, he would’ve penned her something every day. Spilled ink like so much lifeblood across the page.
She could probably spend a lifetime trying to solve the equations that made tick and never puzzle through them all.
"You’re what I want most. I’d ruin myself ten times over just to have you again. Even once. I’d break myself to pieces and thank you for it.”
“The thing is,” he continued, looking up at her, “words are more personal than numbers. A four is a four is a four, whether it’s here or in Iran or on the moon. But words . . . Ten different people can use the same word to mean ten different things, and the choice says as much about the message as it does about the person sending it. Words are like windows. They let you see straight into whoever’s writing them. So when you ask for a letter, you’re asking to look. At me.”
"But that's the strange and beautiful thing about life; every once in a while, it offers us another chance. Even when we lose ourselves in the twisting detours and unmarked side streets, we sometimes still manage, miraculously, to stumble out in exactly the place we belong."
"Of course I fucking love you. I can't seem to do anything else.”
― Love Letters for Other People
