Life should always be like this. ... Like lingering over a good meal.
I wish my life could be like that, knotted up so that even if something broke, the whole thing wouldn't come apart.
Although she was giddy with exhaustion, sleep was a lover who refused to be touched.
One can bear anything. The pain we cannot bear will kill us outright.
Pick a better verb. Most people use twenty verbs to describe everything from a run in their stocking to the explosion of an A-bomb.
Love is a check, that can be forged, that can be cashed. Love is a payment that comes due.