-J. L. Carr, from A Month in the Country
To love someone is to simply turn around.
Here is my hand, he said Here is my hand that will not harm you.
— Louise Glück Epithalamium from "Descending Figure.”
They were wrong, love is never enough to keep someone with you.
This for all the broken friendships we couldn't save
This for all the words we didn't say cause we were afraid they will not understand
This for all the promises which were not meant to fulfil
This for all the more than friends less than lovers
No, I can never fall in love with you again cause I never fell out of love
-Vladimir Nabokov, from letter to Vera Nabokov dated July 1923, featured in Letters to Vera
I hope people around me love me enough to do sadaqa jariyah in my name when I die.
-her.written.thoughts
In all the colours I expected love to be, it was not what I got . I thought love will be the dawn colours. The warmness of orange that at the end of the day being with your lover will ease the scars , the calmness of blue that doesn't matter how complicated the situation is we will get over it , the assurance of lavender that it will all heal, the sweetness of pink that no matter what love will make everything right and even the yellow that doesn't matter what at the end love will win, but for me love was the colour of silver. Too shinny and perfect from afar but from close it was the colour no one will choose. The colour of coldness, the colour which will left you numb. The colour which will leave you in the state of being non-committal.
-Charles Bukowski, "cancer," from Come On In!