Then you kissed me-I felt hot wax on my forehead. I wanted it to leave a mark: that’s how I knew I loved you. Because I wanted to be burned, stamped, to have something in the end-

- Louise Glück

—the way somebody comes back, but only in a dream.

— Mary Oliver

Cupid’s arrows not only had been too sharp for me, but they were barbed and deeply rooted, and I had not yet been able to wrench them from my heart.

— Anne Brontë

…he fatally wounded me; that is, he gave me the wound that only love could repair.

— Jeanette Winterson

Are you terrified? Be terrified. It’s you I love.

— Carol Ann Duffy