They never played games with each other, they never had tow worry where they stood, because if either of them had a moment of wavering, the other would say I love you and would mean it and all doubts were forgiven because in this one case it was found that love conquers all.

Enlightenment is scary. Sometimes things look better in the dark.

The moment you fall in love feels like it has centuries behind it, generations - all of them rearranging themselves so this precise, remarkable intersection could happen. In your heart, in your bones, no matter how silly you know it is, you feel that everything has been leading to this, all the secret arrows were pointing here, the universe and time itself crafted this long ago, and you are just now realizing it, you are just now arriving at the place you were always meant to be.

What I really want, and what I never get - is to be appreciated.

It's almost heartening to think that the attachment you have can define your perception as much as any other influence.

The truth feels different from other things. The closest you can come to describing it is that it feels like taking a perfect breath.

They defy gravity, as good books should.