Quiet through the grave go I; or else beneath the graves I lie

This is the strange way of the world, that people who simply want to love are instead forced to become warriors.

People need other people to feel things for them," she said. "It gets lonely to feel things all by yourself.

But that's the problem with love - it acts on you, works through you, resists your attempts to control.

And now I know why they invented words for love, why they had to: It's the only thing that can come close to describing what I feel in that moment, the baffling mixture of pain and pleasure and fear and joy, all running sharply through me at once.

What I meant was, you looked happier in the pictures.

Direction, like time, is a general thing, the deprived of boundaries and borders. It is an endless process interception and reinterception, doubling back and adjusting.