You know what’s a great metaphor for love? Sleeping beauty. Because you have to plow through this incredible thicket of thorns in order to get to beauty, and even then, when you get there, you still have to wake her up. — Tiny Cooper

Are you going to be playing for the pure thrill of unreluctant desire?

But I still has enough longing for that concept that I didn't want to dispel it completely. Meaning: I didn't want to tell Lily that I felt we'd all been duped by Plato and the idea of a soul mate. Just in case it turned out that she was mine.

There is no word for the recipient of the love. There is only a word for the giver. There is the assumption that lovers come in pairs.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

The minute I knew I was in love was the minute when there was no question about it.

This isn't even something I've feared, because I never knew it was a possibility.