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“If I know what love is, it is because of you.”
― Hermann Hesse

“When I first met you, that's what I remember. I looked up at the sky and thought, I'm going to love this person because even the sky looks different.”
― Margaret Stohl, Beautiful Chaos

“Pain is inevitable. Suffering is optional.”
― haruki murakami, What I Talk About When I Talk About Running

“That's what the world is , after all: an endless battle of contrasting memories.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“I'm a very ordinary human being; I just happen to like reading books.”
― Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

“I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.”
― Baz Luhrmann

“I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.”
― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets

“There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.”
― Sarah Dessen, The Truth About Forever

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is wing'd Cupid painted blind. Nor hath love's mind of any judgment taste; Wings and no eyes figure unheedy haste: And therefore is love said to be a child, Because in choice he is so oft beguil'd.”
― William Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.”
― Alfred Tennyson

“I've been making a list of the things they don't teach you at school. They don't teach you how to love somebody. They don't teach you how to be famous. They don't teach you how to be rich or how to be poor. They don't teach you how to walk away from someone you don't love any longer. They don't teach you how to know what's going on in someone else's mind. They don't teach you what to say to someone who's dying. They don't teach you anything worth knowing.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 9: The Kindly Ones

“In vain have I struggled. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you.”
― Jane Austen, Pride And Prejudice

“Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.”
― Alfred Lord Tennyson, In Memoriam

“It was love at first sight, at last sight, at ever and ever sight.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“We loved each other with a premature love, marked by a fierceness that so often destroys adult lives.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Lolita

“Yo mientras tanto pensaba en ti, que es lo que hago cuando no quiero pensar en nada.”
― Laura Restrepo, Delirio

“There was no point in waiting for someone who hadn't asked, and there was no point in wishing for something that would never happen.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“But there's no such thing as a completely fresh start. Everything new arrives on the heels of something old, and every beginning comes at the cost of an ending.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“You can't know the answer until you ask the question.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“Sometimes it seemed as if his whole life was an exercise in waiting; not waiting to leave, exactly, but simply waiting to go. He felt like one of those fish that had the capacity to grow in unimaginable ways if only the tank were big enough. But his tank had always been small, and as much as he loved his home- as much as he loved his family- he'd always felt himself bumping up against the edges of his own life.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“Maybe they were never meant to have more than just one night. After all, not everything can last. Not everything is supposed to mean something.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“If you were to draw a map of the two of them, of where they started out and where they would both end up, the lines would be shooting away from each other like magnets spun around on their poles. And it occurred to Owen that there was something deeply flawed about this, that there should be circles or angels or turns, anything that might make it possible for the two lines to meet again. Instead, they were both headed in the exact opposite directions. The map was as good as a door swinging shut. And the geography of the thing- the geography of them- was completely and hopelessly wrong.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“The most basic sort of love: to be worried about the one who was worrying about you.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“When there was nothing but space between you, everything felt like a leap.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“They just stood there, regarding each other silently, the room suddenly as quiet as the elevator had been, as comfortable as the kitchen floor, as remote as the roof. Because that's what happened when you were with someone like that: the world shrank to just the right size. It molded itself to fit only the two of you, and nothing more.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“How long could a single night really be expected to last? How far could you stretch such a small collection of minutes? He was just a boy on a roof. She was just a girl in an elevator.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“They were like a couple of asteroids that had collided, she and Owen, briefly sparking before ricocheting off again, a little chipped, maybe even a little scarred, but with miles and miles still to go.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“This, it seemed, was just what happened when you left someone. They disappeared behind you like the wake of a boat.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me

“The quiet between them had gone on for far too long now to pretend it was anything other than what it was. There were no more words; all that was left were two faintly beating hearts.”
― Jennifer E. Smith, The Geography of You and Me