Hannah Cathleen

“It was surprising how well we got along in these weeks. Sometimes I found it hard to remember his treachery, sometimes I discovered myself thoughtlessly slipping back into affection for him again. It was hard to remember when one summer day after another broke with a cool effulgence over us, and there was a breath of widening life in the morning air - something hard to describe - an oxygen intoxicant, a shining northern paganism, some odor, some feeling so hopelessly promising that I would fall back in my bed on guard against it. It was hard to remember in the heady and sensual clarity of these mornings; I forgot whom I hated and who hated me. I wanted to break out crying from stabs of hopeless joy, or intolerable promise, or because I knew these mornings were too full of beauty for me, because I knew of too much hate to be contained in a world like this.”
― John Knowles, A Separate Peace

“Why wouldn’t you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.”
― Gabrielle Zevin, Tomorrow, and Tomorrow, and Tomorrow

“Love is the quality of attention we pay to things.”
― Pamela Anderson, Love, Pamela: A Memoir

“Women are really not respected to this day. That's why we need humor, style, stamina, art.”
― Pamela Anderson, Love, Pamela