Megan

“Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.”
― Zelda Fitzgerald

“He's like a drug for you, Bella.”
― Stephenie Meyer, Eclipse

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.”
― Anais Nin

“Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.”
― Ursula K. Le Guin, The Lathe of Heaven