I really don’t see anything romantic in proposing. It is very romantic to be in love. But there is nothing romantic about a definite proposal. Why, one may be accepted. One usually is, I believe. Then the excitement is all over. The very essence of romance is uncertainty. If ever I get married, I’ll certainly try to forget the fact.
Wanting him to come back before anyone notices part of the world has not moved since he left.
Voici mon secret. Il est très simple: on ne voit bien qu’avec le cœur. L’essentiel est invisible pour les yeux.
Souls cross ages like clouds cross skies, an’ tho’ a cloud’s shape nor hue nor size don’t stay the same, it’s still a cloud an’ so is a soul. Who can say where the cloud’s blowed from or who the soul’ll be ‘morrow? Only Sonmi the east an’ the west an’ the compass an’ the atlas, yay, only the atlas o’ clouds.
If I were to wish for anything, I should not wish for wealth and power, but for the passionate sense of the potential, for the eye which, ever young and ardent, sees the possible. Pleasure disappoints, possibility never. And what wine is so sparkling, what so fragrant, what so intoxicating, as possibility!
Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
If the whole universe has no meaning, we should never have found out that it has no meaning: just as, if there were no light in the universe and therefore no creatures with eyes, we should never know it was dark. Dark would be without meaning.
The future is something which everyone reaches at the rate of sixty minutes an hour, whatever he does, whoever he is.
Sacrifice is a part of life. It’s supposed to be. It’s not something to regret. It’s something to aspire to.
At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves.
There are times to stay put, and what you want will come to you, and there are times to go out into the world and find such a thing for yourself.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.
People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict.
It’s easy to cry when you realize that everyone you love will reject you or die.
Creo que no te quiero, que solamente quiero la imposibilidad tan obvia de quererte. Como el guante izquierdo enamorado de la mano derecha.
I love you beyond paint, beyond melodies, beyond words. And I hope you will always feel that, even when I’m not around to tell you so.
I wished it was raining,” he said.
“I don’t need the rain,” I said. “I need you.
Love may forgive all infirmities and love still in spite of them: but Love cannot cease to will their removal.
The gospel is this: We are more sinful and flawed in ourselves than we ever dared believe, yet at the very same time we are more loved and accepted in Jesus Christ than we ever dared hope.
She put one hand on mine. “When someone is in your heart, they’re never truly gone. They can come back to you, even at unlikely times.
Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them.
This only looks like love.
He must love you very much,’ Gavril said once I had my footing.
I couldn’t look at him. ‘What makes you say that?’ Gavril sighed. ‘I’ve known Maxon since he was a child. He’s never stood up to his father like that.
I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.
He shakes his head, and he’s saying something, and I think I might kiss him. Because I’ve never kissed anyone before. (I was afraid I might bite.) And I’ve never wanted to kiss anyone but him. (I won’t bite. I won’t hurt him.) I just want to kiss him, then go. “Simon…,” I say. And then he kisses me.
Just for the record, she still loves you. She wouldn’t bother to torture you if she didn’t.
Thus with my lips have I denounced you, while my heart, bleeding within me, called you tender names.
It was love lashed by its own self that spoke. It was pride half slain that fluttered in the dust. It was my hunger for your love that raged from the housetop, while my own love, kneeling in silence, prayed your forgiveness.
I think you’re still the only person sharp enough to sharpen someone like me.
I thought we were a real love relationship. I did. I was very invested in love, but it was just this long long sex thing that could end at any moment because after all, it’s just about getting off. Almost all the time, you tell yourself you’re loving somebody when you’re just using them. This only looks like love.
Annabeth pressed her lips to Percy’s ear. “I love you.”
She wasn’t sure he could hear her—but if they died, she wanted those to be her last words.
No human relation gives one possession in another—every two souls are absolutely different. In friendship or in love, the two side by side raise hands together to find what one cannot reach alone.
How could I have ever been ashamed of loving Dante Quintana?
I belong to the people I love, and they belong to me–they, and the love and loyaty I give them, form my identity far more than any word or group ever could.
If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll have so much to talk about when I see you again… (Bones)
– Did you really save the world ?…- Mostly I was saving my own ass. Just happend that the world was in the same spot.
I went to a bookstore and asked the saleswoman, ‘Where’s the self-help section?’ She said if she told me, it would defeat the purpose.
Home is where, when you go there and tell people to get out, they have to leave.
You are my whole heart, Scarlet. And this is breaking it.’My heart cracked open and clear dropped out of me. My mouth opened, and I looked round me and stamped my foot. ‘Does this look like a good time to tell me that, you damn stupid boy?’ I meant to sound mean but my voice wobbled. ‘Now?’He gave a little smile. ‘My foul-mouthed warrior.
You must have been going very fast.I was, until I hit the fence.
Scriptures, n. The sacred books of our holy religion, as distinguished from the false and profane writings on which all other faiths are based.
Locke sighed.’So this is winning,’ he said.’It is,’ replied Jean. ‘It can go fuck itself,’ said Locke.
I had a dream about you. You were an escalator, and I was a flight of stairs. You thought I was a Luddite, and I thought I was as ostrich, because I hadn’t figured out how to put the fly in flight. One day you broke down, and then you saw that you and I weren’t so different after all.
If a person with multiple personalities threatens suicide, is that considered a hostage situation?
Fortunately, among werewolf women, the word bitch is not offensive. I was having a lot of fun with that.Hey there, bitches! I called as I came through the door. What are my favorite bitches up to today?
Oh… Adrian, I’ve got one more favor to ask you. A big one. Fondue? he asked hopefully.
Simon: So were you following me? Or is it just an amazing coincidence that you happened to be on the roof of a building I was walking by when I got attacked?Jace: I was following you.Simon: Is this the part where you tell me you’re secretly in love with me?
I gave him my best cryptic smile. He did not fall down to his feet, kiss my shoes, and promise me the world. I must be getting rusty.
You backbiting, poisonous, treacherous, deceitful, wicked, clever girl. If this works I’ll buy you a pony.
Actually, I was the very lowest ranked member of the crew. I would only be “in command” if I were the only remaining person.”What do you know? I’m in command
What is Man? Man is a noisome bacillus whom Our Heavenly Father created because he was disappointed in the monkey.
SighDid you just say sigh? out loud? instead of actually sighing?Eye roll