I hate to hear you talk about all women as if they were fine ladies instead of rational creatures. None of us want to be in calm waters all our lives.
by Jane Austen, Persuasion
You are somebody. Not some body.
When I’m with you I don’t breathe quite right.
I don’t believe in love at first sight but I do believe in seeing someone from across the room and knowing instantly that they’re going to matter to you.
You are worthy of love and respect. You are beautiful, gifted, and intelligent. Don’t let the storm make you forget that.
But when we sit together, close, we melt into each other with phrases. We are edged with mist. We make an unsubstantial territory.
Airports see more sincere kisses than wedding halls. The walls of hospitals have heard more prayers than the walls of churches.
Writing is a form of therapy; sometimes I wonder how all those who do not write, compose or paint can manage to escape the madness, melancholia, the panic, and fear which is inherent in a human situation.
Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.
[“I love you…” he whispered.] “Oh, God, please don’t leave me…