Sunday, May 02, 2010


“You know what i love the most about us? I love how comfortable we’re with each other. I love how we can endlessly crack on each other but never take the teasing to heart. I love how when I walk away from you when we’re fighting, you try to stay mad but always end up running after me. I love you and everything about you - the look in your eyes when you kiss me, how we can stay up all night just talking about nothing. I love how you can call me and no matter my mood is, you somehow always seem to make me laugh. I love how you need me as much as I need you, and most of all, I love how you love me.” — (via runawaytrain)

“i don’t understand why everyone is so obsessed with love I mean yeah. of course it’s amazing to have someone there that will cuddle with you and make you feel beautiful. But sometimes I feel like people make it out to be something that it’s really not… Like people think love is some huge thing that is chaotic and beautiful and just makes you feel butterflies and makes you smile whenever you see them. Let me tell you something: That’s not love. Love isn’t when you get butterflies or smile or always want to be with them. Love is hard. Love is after all that dies away and you have to choose; am I truely happy without all the cheesy shit, or do I want to find someone else that will make me feel that way. People are always like OH MY GOD I’VE NEVER FELT THIS WAY BEFORE But you have, and you will. Love takes courage, it takes strength, and it hurts. It hurts more than anything else. People think that the person who truely loves you would never hurt you. But they will. They really will. When you can get over all the cheesy crap and see the beauty inside them … that’s love.” —

“I’ve loved you from the first time I saw you. I think I was twelve. It took me three years to pluck up the courage to speak to you. And I was so scared of the way I felt, y’know, loving a girl, that I learned how to become a sarcastic bitch just to make it feel normal. I screwed guys, to make it go away, but it didn’t work. When we got together it scared the shit out of me because, you were the one person who could ruin my life. I pushed you away and made you think things were your fault but, really I was just terrified of pain. I screwed that girl Sophia to kind of spite you for having that hold on me. And I’m a total fucking coward because, I got these… these tickets to Goa for us three months ago. But I, I couldn’t stand… I didn’t want to be a slave to the way I feel about you. Can you understand? You were trying to punish me back and it’s horrible. It’s so horrible because, really, I’d die for you. I love you. I love you so much it is killing me.” — Naomi (to Emily)

“Love, in all its fragile forms, is the one powerful, enduring force that brings real meaning to our everyday lives…but the love I mean is the fire that burns inside us all, the inner warmth that prevents our soul from freezing in the winters of despair.” — Bradley Trevor Grieve

“Commitment is the component of love. Short term commitment is the decision that one loves someone. The long term aspect is the commitment to maintain that love.”
— Robert Steinberg

“Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” — Anaïs Nin

“This is love, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?” — Brod, Everything Is Illuminated by Jonathan Safran Foer

“Love is the crowning grace of humanity, the holiest right of the soul, the golden link which binds us to duty and truth, the redeeming principle that chiefly reconciles the heart of life, and is prophetic of eternal good.”— Francesco Petrarch

It’s the way you hold me while we cuddle. It’s the way you look in my eyes without saying a word. It’s the way you laugh & smile at the stupid things I say. It’s the way you talk to me like we have known each other forever. It’s the way you grab me towards you when I move away. It’s the way you say “I missed you” out of no where. It’s the way you held my chin on our first kiss. It’s the way you make me feel that has me wanting you more than ever.

I wanna make you smile whenever you’re sad, carry you around when your arthritis is bad. I’ll get your medicine when your tummy aches; build you a fire if the furnace breaks. I’ll miss you, kiss you, give you my coat when you are cold. Need you, feed you, I’ll even let you hold the remote control. So let me do the dishes in our kitchen sink, put you to bed when you’ve had too much to drink. All I wanna do is grow old with you. - Movie: The Wedding Singer

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