There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time.
When I saw you I saw love. When I saw you naked I saw lust. When I saw you with my clone in a dream I saw the future.
I had no illusions about you he said. I knew you were silly and frivolous and empty-headed. But I loved you. I knew that your aims and ideals were vulgar and commonplace. But I loved you. I knew that you were second-rate. But I loved you. Its comic when I think how hard I tried to be amused by the things that amused you and how anxious I was to hide from you that I wasnt ignorant and vulgar and scandal-mongering and stupid. I knew how frightened you were of intelligence and I did everything I could to make you think me as big a fool as the rest of the men you knew. I knew that youd only married me for convenience. I loved you so much I didnt care. Most people as far as I can see when theyre in love with someone and the love isnt returned feel that they have a grievance. They grow angry and bitter. I wasnt like that. I never expected you to love me I didnt see any reason that you should. I never thought myself very lovable. I was thankful to be allowed to love you and I was enraptured when now and then I thought you were pleased with me or when I noticed in your eyes a gleam of good-humored affection. I tried not to bore you with my love I knew I couldnt afford to do that and I was always on the lookout for the first sign that you were impatient with my affection. What most husbands expect as a right I was prepared to receive as a favor.
If having a soul means being able to feel love and loyalty and gratitude then animals are better off than a lot of humans.
Last night I was seriously considering whether I was a bisexual or not but I dont think so though Im not sure if Id like to be and argh I dont think theres anything wrong with that if you like a person you like the person not their genitals.
Love is like jumping out of an airplane with no parachute. But theres no need to be frightened because that plane is still on the ground.
I wish I had a boyfriend. I wish he lived in the wardrobe on a coat hanger. Whenever I wanted I could get him out and hed look at me the way boys do in films as if Im beautiful.
When youre missing a peice of yourself aching gut wrenching emptiness begins to take over. Until you find the link that completes your very soul the feeling will never go away. Most people find a way to fill this void material possessions a string of relationships affairs food...I bear my soul with words for all to see.
I dont think you can define love.
Your kids require you most of all to love them for who they are not to spend your whole time trying to correct them.
If somebody says I love you to me I feel as though I had a pistol pointed at my head. What can anybody reply under such conditions but that which the pistol holder requires I love you too.
No matter where it is in the sky... No matter where you are in the world... the moon is never bigger than your thumb. -John
There will never be no love at all.
If I love you more than you love me Im as good as dead. Yet I cant make myself take it back. I cant just walk away from you because every time you pass by me without smiling without touching my hand or at least making eye contact it feels like Im dying inside.
Im backing down now. I really do love you. Thats why Im doing this.
Love is where you find it. I think it is foolish to go around looking for it and I think it can be poisonous. I wish that people who are conventionally supposed to love each other would say to each other when they fight Please a little less love and a little more common decency.
Lovers and madmen have such seething brainsSuch shaping fantasies that apprehendMore than cool reason ever comprehends.The lunatic the lover and the poetAre of imagination all compactOne sees more devils than vast hell can holdThat is the madman the lover all as franticSees Helens beauty in a brow of EgyptThe poets eye in fine frenzy rollingDoth glance from heaven to earth from earth to heavenAnd as imagination bodies forthThe forms of things unknown the poets penTurns them to shapes and gives to airy nothingA local habitation and a name.
I just...I just miss him. And I hate being so alone.
Let me love you but dont love me back. Do love me and let me hate you for a while. Let me feel like I have some control because I know I never do.
Before I wanted to say I found love But now I want to say I found a person. And he belongs to me and I belong to him.