Parents were the only ones obligated to love you; from the rest of the world you had to earn it.
When you feel someone else's pain and joy as powerfully as if it were your own, then you know you really loved them.
Love who you love while you have them. That's all you can do. Let them go when you must. If you know how to love, you'll never run out.
Let me love you, but don't love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control, because I know I never do.
Love demands everything, they say, but my love demands only this: that no matter what happens or how long it takes, you`ll keep faith in me, you`ll remember who we are, and you`ll never feel despair.
some people fall in love over and over again while some people can only do it once.
You know what the secret is? It's so simple. We love one another. We're nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? - Carmen
He wanted to take his love back from her so badly. The old techniques didnβt work anymore. In fact, theyβd never worked. How do you stop loving someone? It was one of the worldβs more brutal mysteries. The more you tried, the less it worked.
She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.
He loved her for being so beautiful, and he hated her for it. He loved how she put shiny stuff on her lips for him, and he also reviled her for it. He wanted her to walk home alone, and he wanted to run after her and grab her up before she could take another step.
She thought she was independent and strong, but she got one small taste of love and she was hungrier than anyone. She was ravenous.
I'm afraid of time... I mean, I'm afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I'm afraid of the quick judgements or mistakes everybody makes. You can't fix them without time. I'm afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.
When she is happy, she can't stop talking, when she is sad she doesn't say a word.
Maybe you think youβll be entitled to more happiness later by forgoing all of it now, but it doesnβt work that way. Happiness takes as much practice as unhappiness does. Itβs by living that you live more. By waiting you wait more. Every waiting day makes your life a little less. Every lonely day makes you a little smaller. Every day you put off your life makes you less capable of living it.
Try, reach, want, and you may fall. But even if you do, you might be okay anyway. If you don't try, you save nothing, because you might as well be dead.
Time is what keeps things from happening all at once.
You couldn't erase the past. You couldn't even change it. But sometimes life offered you the opportunity to put it right.
I was supposed to write a romantic comedy, but my characters broke up.
You thought you had the choice to stay still or move forward, but your didn't. As long as your heart kept pumping an your blood kept blowing and your lungs kept filling, you didn't. The pang she felt for Tibby carried something like envy. You couldn't stand still for anything short of death, and God knew she had tried.
A loving soul was always more beautiful over the long haul, but actual prettiness was fleeting.
