Love gives us a heightened consciousness through which to apprehend the world, but anger gives us a precise, detached perception of its own.
Like you and me," said Jade. "How we used to be." "What do you mean? Crazy?" "Living on our own world. Believing what we felt was separate from everything else. We couldn't do anything except be together and nothing else was real." "That's right." "W...
It was only vanity and discouragement that sometimes made me feel alone with my endless love, but now that I was taking one of the risks my heart had urged upon me I could also feel I was not alone. If endless love was a dream, then it was a dream we...
I wanted to tell you that the man who is your father, the man who gave you life, has found a woman who is in heaven when she's in his arms.
All I wanted was what I'd already had. That exultation, that love. It was my one real home; I was a visitor everywhere else.
I never felt so large and important as I did when being in love was everything. I saw you walking a foot above the earth and I remembered that was where I used to walk.
The only things I regret, and the only things I'll ever regret are things I didn't do. In the end, that's what we mourn. The paths we didn't take. The people we didn't touch.
No pain could match the emptiness of separation, no agony rivaled the unreality of not being with her.
It was a once in a lifetime thing. I hate to think it but I bet it's true. It's too bad for us that our once in a lifetime happened when were too young to handle it.
