The garbage we’re taught. About love, about what’s “romantic.” Look at so many of the so-called romantic figures in books and movies. Do we ever stop and think how many of them would cause serious and drastic unhappiness after The End?

Why are sick and dangerous personality types so often…


Nothing on this planet can compare with a woman’s love — it is kind and compassionate, patient and nurturing, generous and sweet and unconditional.

Pure. If you are her man, she will walk on water and through a mountain for you, too, no matter how you’ve acted out, no matter what crazy thing you’ve done, no matter the time or demand. If you are her man, she will talk to you until there just…


he cried, with frightful vehemence, stamping his foot, and groaning in a sudden paroxysm of ungovernable passion. “Why, she’s a liar to the end! Where is she? Not there — not in heaven — not perished — where?

Oh! You said you cared nothing for my sufferings! And I pray…


It’s not what you’re thinking. I was serious when I said ‘all of it’. I can remember every moment we were together, and in each of them there was something wonderful. Furthermore, I can’t really pick any one time that meant more than any other.

The entire summer was perfect…


I turn toward him, wondering which version of Four I’ll see now-the one who scolds me, or the one who climbs Ferris wheels with me. He smiles a little, but the smile doesn’t spread to his eyes, which look less tense and worried.” You belong here, you know that?” …


“Why?” she asks, challenging him.

”Because I love you,” he says, walking up to her and bending down on one knee while he takes her hand in his, “and I want to go to sleep with you every night and wake up Sean’ your face every morning’, I want you…


Breathing and not breathing and hearts beating between us, and he’s so close, he’s so close, and I can’t feel my legs anymore. I can’t feel my fingers or the cold or the emptiness of this room because all I feel is him, everywhere, filling everything, and he whispers“Please.” He…


We were falling women. We believed in it, this downward motion: so lovely, like flying, and yet at the same time so dire, so extreme, so unlikely. God is love, they once said, but we reversed that, and love, like heaven, was always just around the corner. …


When you drop a glass or a plate to the ground it makes a loud crashing sound.

When a window shatters a table leg breaks or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise. But as for your heart when that breaks it’s completely silent. You would think as it’s so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world or even…

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