“There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.”

“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection”

“Every one of us is, in the cosmic perspective, precious. If a human disagrees with you, let him live. In a hundred billion galaxies, you will not find another.”

“Anyone who falls in love is searching for the missing pieces of themselves. So anyone who’s in love gets sad when they think of their lover. It’s like stepping back inside a room you have fond memories of, one you haven’t seen in a long time.”

“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely—at least, not all the time—but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”

“Art and love are the same thing: It’s the process of seeing yourself in things that are not you.”

“When I am with you, we stay up all night.When you’re not here, I can’t go to sleep.Praise God for those two insomnias!And the difference between them.”

“Then I realize what it is. It’s him. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames.”

“I’m saying that I’m a moody, insecure, narrow-minded, jealous, borderline homicidal bitch, and I want you to promise me that you’re okay with that, because it’s who I am, and you’re what I need.”

“I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.”

“Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.”

“It is the time you have wasted for your rose that makes your rose so important.”

“The beginning of love is the will to let those we love be perfectly themselves, the resolution not to twist them to fit our own image. If in loving them we do not love what they are, but only their potential likeness to ourselves, then we do not love them: we only love the reflection of ourselves we find in them”

“A DEFINITION NOT FOUNDIN THE DICTIONARYNot leaving: an act of trust and love,often deciphered by children”

“Promise me you’ll never forget me because if I thought you would, I’d never leave.”