He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.
she asked ‘you are in love what does love look like’…
Book quotes: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.
She is a friend of my mind. She gather me, man. The pieces I am, she gather them and give them back to me in all the right order.
Literary love quotes: My body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
Why is it that words like these seem to me so dull and cold? Is it because there is no word tender enough to be your name?
Love is the longing for the half of ourselves we have lost.
I want all my lasts to be with you
You’re all my heart ever talks about..
I like you because…
