You can't force love, I realized. It's there or it isn't. If it's not there, you've got to be able to admit it. If it is there, you've got to do whatever it takes to protect the ones you love.
It's like Tolstoy said. Happiness is an allegory, unhappiness a story.
That's what fiction is for. It's for getting at the truth when the truth isn't sufficient for the truth.
Beauty as we feel it is something indescribable; what it is or what it means can never be said.
The Queen's Pride was his ship, and he loved her. (That was the way his sentences always went: It is raining today and I love you. My cold is better and I love you. Say hello to Horse and I love you. Like that.)
Everything I know, I know because of love.
We are born to love as we are born to die, and between the heartbeats of those two great mysteries lies all the tangled undergrowth of our tiny lives. There is nowhere to go but through. And so we walk on, lost, and lost again, in the mapless wilderness of love.
Then you look at her and smile a smile your dissembling face will remember until the day you die. Baby, you say, baby, this is part of my novel. This is how you lose her.
Do you think we can be friends?” I asked. He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend.
She puts her hands on either side of my face, and the room falls away. I have never gotten so lost in a kiss before. And then, the space between us explodes. My heart keeps missing beats and my hands cannot bring her close enough to me. I taste her and realize I have been starving. I have loved before, but it didn't feel like this. I have kissed before, but it didn't burn me alive. Maybe it lasts a minute, and maybe it's an hour. All I know is that kiss, and how soft her skin is when it brushes against mine, and that even if I did not know it until now, I have been waiting for this person forever.
Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.” Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.
Life is infinitely stranger than anything which the mind of man could invent.
Regrets are about decisions that you know you should have done different.
You're only young once, but you can be immature forever
So I learned two things that night, and the next day, from him: the perfection of a moment, and the fleeting nature of it.
For truth is always strange; stranger than fiction.
Fiction is art and art is the triumph over chaos… to celebrate a world that lies spread out around us like a bewildering and stupendous dream.
Try to find pleasure in the speed that you're not used to. Changing the way you do routine things allows a new person to grow inside of you. But when all is said and done, you're the one who must decide how you handle it.
If something is going to happen to me, I want to be there.
I can't go on, I'll go on.