We stay in love by choice.

“Being with you never felt wrong. It’s the one thing I did right. You’re the one thing I did right.”

“She has the moon in her mind, that’s why stars spill off her lips.”

And all

“I love you. I worry about you. I wonder whether I tell you enough how I love you and want you and need you and how I am diminished … when you are not with me and how I am multiplied when you are here.”

there’s nothing more confusing and painful to a woman than being told that she’s amazing by a man who treats her like she’s not good enough to commit to

Only you could have done that. Touched my mind before you touched my lips.

The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing.

Everybody has gone through something that has changed them in a way that they could never go back to the person they once were.

Please do not break my heart, I think it’s had enough pain to last the rest of my life.

My mother said I must always be intolerant of ignorance but understanding of illiteracy. That some people, unable to go to school, were more educated and more intelligent than college professors.

Nothing is worse than when someone who’s supposed to love you just leaves.

May the God of hope fill you with all joy and peace in believing, so that by the power of the Holy Spirit you may abound in hope.

I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.

I know I have a heart because I feel it breaking.

And then my soul saw you and it kind of went, ‘Oh, there you are. I’ve been looking for you.

I wish I’d done everything on Earth with you.

And we forgot the taste of bread…the sound of trees…the softness of the wind. We even forgot our own names.