“Sometimes, you just can’t tell anybody how you really feel. Not because you don’t know why, not because you don’t know your purpose, not because you can’t trust them; but because you can’t find the right words to make them understand.”—
You’d always have had your way, but I guess it’s much too soon to say That we’ll always be is a promise that both our hearts cannot keep But I have one thing that I’m most sure of today,
That in my heart you’ll always stay
Always and forever, you’re special even if I have had a thousand people who come and go, there you’ll be. It’s hard for me to take it in and understand that you’ve proved yourself more times than once that you’re capable of not going astray despite the godlikeness substance of your being, so why me?
I can never understand how you love me and why you do so, but love is as such and such matters are beyond comprehension or understanding. I was blessed to have had your love, blessed.
“The reason death sticks so closely to life isn’t biological necessity — it’s envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can.”—Yann Martel
“I’m a far more flawed human being than you realize. My sickness is a lot worse than you think: it has deeper roots. And that’s why I want you to go on ahead of me if you can. Don’t wait for me. Sleep with other girls if you want to. Don’t let thoughts of me hold you back. Just do what you want to do. Otherwise, I might end up taking you with me, and that is the one thing I don’t want to do. I don’t want to interfere with your life. I don’t want to interfere with anybody’s life. Like I said before, I want you to come to see me every once in a while, and always remember me. That’s all I want.”—Norwegian Wood by Haruki Murakami
“Have you never met a woman who inspires you to love? Until your every sense is filled with her? You inhale her. You taste her. You see your unborn children in her eyes and know that your heart has at last found a home”—Don Juan
“I wonder if any of them can tell from just looking at me that all I am is the sum total of my pain, a raw woundedness so extreme that it might be terminal. It might be terminal velocity, the speed of the sound of a girl falling down to a place from where she can’t be retrieved. What if I am stuck down here for good?”—Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel