I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.
We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.
But it will go if I stay. I want to go before it goes.
What’s wrong with pretended love in the absence of anything better? 20 Year olds are always softer and more susceptible than they pretended. And they didn’t believe a lot of what they said. He’d forgotten that. You forget a lot of things for your own purpose.
One has the nuance of to love with the heart, to give love, the other is to desire with the body, to want love, I think we have 2 because when we fail at one we can always claim we meant the other.
You can’t choose what stays and what fades away.
Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.
I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others- young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life.
“I hope that one day, years from now we’ll meet up again. And I hope when you see me you’ll think “Wow, I can’t believe I let someone so amazing out of my life.”
“If I’m not the one thing you can’t stand to lose, if I’m not that arrow to the heart of you, if you don’t get drunk on my kiss, if you think you can do better than this, then I guess we’re done.”
“I’m sure people just kiss each other. I’m sure that sometimes you’re talking and somehow two people move closer and closer to each other and then, they just kiss. I’m sure it happens all the time. But I’m also sure that a kiss is never just a kiss.”
“*Mamihlapinatapai*: A look shared by two people with each wishing that the other will initiate something that both desire but which neither one wants to start.”
“Saudade: a Portuguese and Galician word for a feeling of nostalgic longing for something or someone that one was fond of and which has been lost. It often carries a fatalist tone and a repressed knowledge that the object of longing might never really return. It was once described as “the love that remains” or “the love that stays” after someone is gone.”
“Missing someone gets easier every day because even though it’s one day further from the last time you saw each other, it’s one day closer to the next time you will.”
