"Alone. Yes, that’s the key word, the most awful word in the English tongue. Murder doesn’t hold a candle to it and hell is only a poor synonym."
— Stephen King
"Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned
"While I sleep, I dream of you, and when I wake, I long to hold you in my arms. If anything, our time apart has only made me more certain that I want to spend my nights by your side, and my days with your heart."
— Nicholas Sparks, Nights in Rodanthe
"Being with you and not being with you is the only way I have to measure time."
— Jorge Luis Borges
"I just hope that one day—preferably when we’re both blind drunk—we can talk about it."
— J.D. Salinger, Franny and Zooey
"If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever."
— Alfred Tennyson
"I don’t know when we’ll see each other again or what the world will be like when we do. We may both have seen many horrible things. But I will think of you every time I need to be reminded that there is beauty and goodness in the world."
— Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
"Nos juntaremos ya para siempre, sin pleitos ni nada, solamente para querernos mucho."
— Frida Kahlo a Diego Rivera
"For you, a thousand times over"
— Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner
"And in the end, we were all just humans…Drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness."
— F. Scott Fitzgerald
"#1425: When you really like someone, tell them. Sometimes you only get one chance."
— H. Jackson Brown Jr., The Complete Life’s Little Instruction Book
"What is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life."
— Walt Whitman
I swear that your hand
was made for me to hold,
and your skin was meant
for the tips of my fingers
to memorize. I am in love
with loving you, and there
has never been a moment
of doubt, or hesitation
when it comes to fighting
for you. When it comes
to losing you, defeat
will never be an option.
"I just miss you,
in a quite
— Vita Sackville-West, Excerpt from a letter to Virginia Woolf