Eden

“Oh, thought Tom, so it finishes as quickly as this. All the things we make exceptional are merely borrowed from the mundane and must without warning be surrendered to it.”
― Chris Cleave, Everyone Brave is Forgiven

“but what can I make of love when we are all born at a different time and place and only meet through a trick of centuries and a chance three steps to the left? you”
― Charles Bukowski, On Love

“It was not the same as charging down a machine-gun nest armed only with a Bowie knife, or strapping in to the tail-gunner seat of a four-engined heavy bomber. And no one else would ever know, since one did not get a medal for letting go of a woman’s hand on a gray Saturday morning in the middle of a European war. But to have faith—that a lover would be constant and life clement—this did require courage in a city more disposed to beginnings than safe continuations. As”
― Chris Cleave, Everyone Brave is Forgiven

“Cheesy waffles, I was thinking, taste like love without the fear of love’s dissolution, and as we came to the 90-degree curve Sunrise Avenue takes before heading straight downtown, I could almost taste them.”
― John Green, Let It Snow