She wanted something else, something different, something more. Passion and romance, perhaps, or maybe quiet conversations in candlelit rooms, or…
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew her. Like she was my oldest, dearest friend. The kind of person you can tell anything to, no matter how bad, and they’ll still love you, because they know you. I wanted to go with her. I wanted her to notice me. And then she stopped walking. Under the moon, she stopped. And looked at us. She looked at me. Maybe she was trying to tell me something; I don’t know. She probably didn’t even know I was there. But I’ll always love her. All my life.
I think I fell in love with her, a little bit. Isn’t that dumb? But it was like I knew…
Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love does not make itself felt in the desire for copulation (a desire that extends to an infinite number of women) but in the desire for shared sleep (a desire limited to one woman).
Making love with a woman and sleeping with a woman are two separate passions, not merely different but opposite. Love…
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each…
Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love can make you immortal
Love, it never dies. It never goes away, it never fades, so long as you hang on to it. Love…
I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.”- By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept
I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next…
It’s hard being left behind. (…) It’s hard to be the one who stays.
It’s hard being left behind. (…) It’s hard to be the one who stays.
It’s bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They’re not. They’re just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.
It’s bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They’re not. They’re just variations of the same love.…
If my love were an ocean,there would be no more land.If my love were a desert,you would see only sand.If my love were a star-late at night, only light.And if my love could grow wings,I’d be soaring in flight.
If my love were an ocean,there would be no more land.If my love were a desert,you would see only sand.If…
Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?We can invest enormous time and energy in serious efforts to know another person, but in the end, how close can we come to that person’s essence? We convince ourselves that we know the other person well, but do we really know anything important about anyone?
Is it possible, in the final analysis, for one human being to achieve perfect understanding of another?We can invest enormous…
Showing 10 of 499 posts