The sound of a kiss is not so loud as that of a cannon, but its echo lasts a great deal longer.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections, and the truth of imagination.
Of all the music that reached farthest into heaven, it is the beating of a loving heart.
Since I was seventeen I thought I might be a star. I'd think about all my heroes, Charlie Parker, Jimi Hendrix... I had a romantic feeling about how these people became famous.
Love is a portion of the soul itself, and it is of the same nature as the celestial breathing of the atmosphere of paradise.
And ever has it been known that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.
I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.
The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.
She moves me not, or not removes at least affection's edge in me.
Sky, wait.” The way his voice wraps around my name makes me wish the only word in his entire vocabulary way Sky.
He raised himself on his hands and looked at Irene's face: the nudity of that feminine body had risen into her face, the body had reabsorbed it, as nature reabsorbs forsaken gardens.
I'm not sentimental--I'm as romantic as you are. The idea, you know, is that the sentimental person thinks things will last--the romanticperson has a desperate confidence that they won't.
