I’d say in some ways he’s the most mature person I’ve ever met, and in other ways he has not yet been born.
…and I’m jealous of every girl who came before me. The girls you knew, the girls you kissed, before you had even heard my name.
And when I shall die, take him and cut him up in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine that all the world will fall in love with night and pay no worship to the garish sun.
I have always lived violently, drunk hugely, eaten too much or not at all, slept around the clock or missed two nights of sleeping, worked too hard and too long in glory, or slobbed for a time in utter laziness. I’ve lifted, pulled, chopped, climbed, made love with joy and taken my hangovers as a consequence, not as a punishment.
When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the bad things made sense. They were necessary to make you possible.
So, it’s not gonna be easy. It’s gonna be really hard. We’re gonna have to work at this every day, but I want to do that because I want you. I want all of you, forever, you and me, every day.
I say if you love something, set it in a small cage and pester and smother it with love until it either loves you back or dies.
You can love someone so much…But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
The three saddest sentences ever spoken:
You no longer make me happy.
I don’t love you anymore.
A part of me still cares about you.
I don’t like standard beauty – there is no beauty without strangeness.
my favorite eye color is your eye color and my favorite height is your height and my favorite weight is your weight my favorite hands are your hands my favorite knees are your knees