- "I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for love. I felt in myself a superabundance of energy which found no outlet in our quiet life." Leo Tolstoy
- "I finish her sentence, know that I will never be rid of her now, that I will eternally finish her thoughts. I don't know anything except that I am not in love with anyone anymore." Emily Bronte, Wuthering Heights
- "I think of you in colors that don't exist."
- "Soon we will be strangers. No, we can never be that. Hurting someone is an act of reluctant intimacy. We will be dangerous acquaintances with a history." Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy
- "In your arms I forget what the yarn knows of sweaters. I forget to hold myself together. So if I unfold now like a love letter tell me you'll write back soon." Andrea Gibson
- "I hate this feeling. Like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here, and escape lies just beyond that snowy window, cool and crisp as the february air." Ellen Hopkins
- "I missed him. Love, I realized, was something your spine memorized. There was nothing you could do about that." Lorrie Moore, Anagrams
- "Life has been some combination of fairy-tale coincidence and joie de vivre and shocks of beauty together with some hurtful self questioning." Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
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