Good night, good night! parting is such sweet
Good night, good night! parting is such sweet sorrow,
That I shall say good night till it be morrow.
— William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
26
Mar
26
Mar
What she had realized was that love was
What she had realized was that love was that moment when your heart was about to burst.
— Stieg Larsson, The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
26
Mar
I think it is all a matter of
I think it is all a matter of love; the more you love a memory the stronger and stranger it becomes
— Vladimir Nabokov
26
Mar
The world was collapsing, and the only thing
The world was collapsing, and the only thing that really mattered to me was that she was alive.
— Rick Riordan, The Last Olympian
26
Mar
When you have seen as much of life
When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince
26
Mar
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over
Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too.
— Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
26
Mar
Snape’s patronus was a doe,’ said Harry, ‘the
Snape’s patronus was a doe,’ said Harry, ‘the same as my mother’s because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.
— J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
26
Mar
If you stay, I’ll do whatever you want.
If you stay, I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll quit the band, go with you to New York. But if you need me to go away, I’ll do that, too. I was talking to Liz and she said maybe coming back to your old life would be too painful, that maybe it’d be easier for you to erase us. And that would suck, but I’d do it. I can lose you like that if I don’t lose you today. I’ll let you go. If you stay.
— Gayle Forman, If I Stay
26
Mar
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am
Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind, my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath