Do not copy my style! The first rule of writing is write about what you know, not what you think you know. So, think about what you've done in your life and write about that.
what are you thinking, Amy? How are you feeling? Who are you? What have we ddone to each other? What will we do?
I don't know if you realize this, but there are some researchers - doctors - who are giving this kind of drug to volunteers, to see what the effects are, and they're doing it the proper scientific way, in clean white hospital rooms, away from trees a...
I take it that's where you met Todd.' 'Yep. Almost five years ago. Can you believe it?' 'Five years! You and Todd should be the poster couple for the 'Love Waits' campaign.' Christy laughed. 'It didn't seem that long. A lot has happened during those ...
One word more. You look as if you thought it tainted you to be loved by me. You cannot avoid it. Nay, I, if I would, cannot cleanse you from it. But I would not, if I could. I have never loved any woman before: my life has been too busy, my thoughts ...
I'm an old man now. Old on the inside. I'm a drunk, and I hate to tell you, but I'm not prepared to change. So you have to figure out if you want to forgive me and love me like I am, or run away again. Or hell, stay here and hate me. Just...know that...
I looked up at him, rain blending into my tears, ''Michael listen! You told me once that when you thought of life, you thought of this big ship in the middle of the sea and all the dangers and risks and stuff... but you also told me that love is a ri...
When you choose to forgive the same people over and over again you do so because you don't want to believe your time loving them was wasted. Bad relationships over time can become investments, that are hard to let go of. The key to freedom is to real...
Marie Derry: What do you think I was doing all those years? Fred Derry: I don't know, babe, but I can guess. Marie Derry: Go ahead. Guess your head off. I could do some guessing myself. What were you up to in London and Paris and all those places? I'...
I loved her like silence looks black when you try to touch it. I don’t remember her name or what she looked like or what her voice sounded like or anything she’s ever said or written, and that’s why I think I love her.
The nature of compassion isn't coming to terms with your own suffering and applying it to others: It's knowing that other folks around you suffer and, no matter what happens to you, no matter how lucky or unlucky you are, they keep suffering. And if ...
People certainly will love what you write, when you represent them in your words.
We can't predict what's going to happen, but having love is worth the risk.
You can't hate someone until you know what it might be like to love them.
Dancing is to music what a beloved wife is to her husband. Both of them are so in love, you can't separate them.
To live without you is to be robbed of love and what is life without it? To live without you is death to me, my love but some call it life.
Well, I love what you would call boys' music, you know, the prodigy, banging techno, music that girls generally don't like.
Maybe that's what love is. Giving others the power to hurt you and trusting they'll use it to heal you instead.
Between love and a friendship, the crucial difference is that when the love breaks you will realise that the friendship is what kept the two of you together.
Clementine: You know me, I'm impulsive. Joel: That's what I love about you.
Christian and Satine: Come what may, I will love you until my dying day.
