“Deep in infatuationI saw all things rosyOh the thrill, the excitement,the new-found energy, and the bounce in my stepsHow so easy to make myself believe That I was in love! True love!From where came this jealousy?This anger? This bitterness?My loved one is hurting meI told myself repeatedly.Days passed. My negativity grewThey need to pay for toying with me I sworePrayers for justiceCurses to make them realise what they lost I saw all things blackFound solace in quotes about Karma…From where came this calm?This blissful indifference?I don’t know. I don’t care.All I want to say is: thank you, Time.”

“What have I done to her?” Gabriel muttered to himself as he crossed the room to crank open a window. Cool air washed over his skin. “What the devil did she do to me?”

“A hint of sensual frustration roughened his voice.“And I will curse the gods along with them, Min. Some wild monsoon raged through me as I looked at you just now. It’s left me rearranged inside, and I don’t have a map.”

“It’s always funny watching something so beautiful not know how beautiful it really is. It’s sad even.”

“Even before we met and long after we’re both gone, my heart lives inside of yours. I’m forever and ever in love with you.”

“My whole being is a dark chantthat will carry you perpetuating youto the dawn of eternal growths and blossomingsin this chant I sighed you, ohin this chant,I grafted you to the tree, to the water, to the fire.”

“Curse him for being all tight muscle, with ivory skin and a mouth as soft as rose petals. Curse him for having hair as fair as the sun, and eyes as black as night. Curse him for having the grace of a cat and deft, cool hands. And now I am having the same argument on paper that I have in my own head on too many nights. I know my choice is sensible, but it isn’t my common sense I think with, those times Rosto’s stolen a kiss from me.”

“Some men can love forever, some for six years, some for six months, and others for six hours.”

“My love affair with (him) had a wonderful element of romance to it, which I will always cherish. But it was not an infatuation, and here’s how I can tell: because I did not demand that he become my Great Emancipator or my Source of All Life, nor did I immediately vanish into that man’s chest cavity like a twisted, unrecognizable, parasitical homonculus. During our long period of courtship, I remained intact within my own personality, and I allowed myself to meet (him) for who he was.”

“Infatuation is not quite the same thing as love; it’s more like love’s shady second cousin who’s always borrowing money and can’t hold down a job.”

“I had to touch you with my hands, I had to taste you with my tongue; one can’t love and do nothing.”

“I know I’m not going to be in your head all the time. But once you know me, I’ll be forever in your heart. ”

“When you have seen as much of life as I have, you will not underestimate the power of obsessive love.”

“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.”