Pamela

“Tonight I love you in a way that you have not known in me: I am neither worn down by travels nor wrapped up in the desire for your presence. I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself. This happens much more often than I admit to you, but seldom when I’m writing to you. Try to understand me: I love you while paying attention to external things. At Toulouse I simply loved you. Tonight I love you on a spring evening. I love you with the window open. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love.”
― Jean-Paul Sartre

“Sí los amores de lejos son de... el estarse peleando por carta es el súmmmum de la estupidez.”
― Jaime Sabines, Los amorosos: Cartas a Chepita

“I wish it had never happened because then I wouldn't think about it as I'm falling asleep.”
― Elizabeth Scott, The Unwritten Rule

“I felt myself in a solitude so frightful that I contemplated suicide. What held me back was the idea that no one, absolutely no one, would be moved by my death, that I would be even more alone in death than in life.”
― Jean Paul Sartre, Nausea