With dark raven paper and twinkling white ink, I wrote my heart in the night’s sky.

— Shannon L. Alder

He pulled me closer until his lips breathed me in, until we were sharing one breath.

— Heather Anastasiu

The difference between self love and being in love with yourself is that one results in giving and the other in taking.

— Jeffrey Fry

Never fall in love with someone that won't fight for you because when the real battles begin they won't pull your heart to safety, but they will their own.

— Shannon L. Alder

You will manage to keep a woman in love with you, only for as long as you can keep her in love with the person she becomes when she is with you.

— C. JoyBell C.

And anyone will tell you that's the whole point. You want to meet someone who likes the same things you do, and who likes you most when you're most being yourself.

— B.J. Novak

Lately silence is my song of love.

— Debasish Mridha

I don't like forgetting, Elías,' I said with my eyes closed. A single tear slipped down my cheek and I let it. 'I don't want to forget these moments that constantly remind me of who I am, who I was, and who you are. I don't want to forget my past and all the things about this world that's brought me here. With you.'So then why do you try?' he asked, his gaze searching my face. 'Be here with me, T. Exist with me, because there isn't any other way I'd love you more.'I-I don't belong to you.'Bullshit. You've belonged to me since that night on the alabaster hill. I had you then, and I swore to keep you.'You-'Just stop.' Eli placed a finger to my lips as he held me closely and slid a hand down my back. He palmed my shoulder and the place where a piece of him would forever harbor. 'Stop making up excuses. Stop hiding. Stop running from me. You're the light at the end of my tunnel, my saving grace, and you don't even know it, Trinity.

— Nadège Richards

Sensitive people either love deeply or they regret deeply. There really is no middle ground because they live in passionate extremes.

— Shannon L. Alder

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.

— Zelda Fitzgerald