I’m not the silly romantic you think. I don’t want the heavens or the shooting stars. I don’t want gemstones or gold. I have those things already. I want…a steady hand. A kind soul. I want to fall asleep, and wake, knowing my heart is safe. I want to love, and be loved.
— Shana Abé
But what bothers her the most is when someone walks into her life knowing they won’t stay.
I don’t want to be your whole life, just your favorite part.
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
— Louis de Bernières
‘I won’t ever leave you,’ she says. ‘Even though you’re always leaving me.’
‘But I never want to leave you.’
— The Time Traveler’s Wife
Oh, love isn’t there to make us happy. I believe it exists to show us how much we can endure.
— Peter Camenzind(1904) Hermann Hesse
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