Obviously we still love each other, but every time we get too close, one of us puts up a wall. And it’s not easy being on the other side of that wall.
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| — | One Tree Hill |
I’m sorry if I’ve made your life more complicated. I’m sorry for a lot of things. But most of all I’m sorry I never got the chance to tell you that, no matter what happens next, I’ll never be anything but grateful for every moment I spent with you. Even though I keep fumbling for the right words, all I really wanted to say, was, thank you.
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We’re all seeking that special person who is right for us. But if you’ve been through enough relationships, you begin to suspect there’s no right person, just different flavors of wrong. Why is this? Because you yourself are wrong in some way, and you seek out partners who are wrong in some complementary way. But it takes a lot of living to grow fully into your own wrongness. And it isn’t until you finally run up against your deepest demons, your unsolvable problems—the ones that make you truly who you are — that we’re ready to find a lifelong mate. Only then do you finally know what you’re looking for. You’re looking for the wrong person. But not just any wrong person: the right wrong person — someone you lovingly gaze upon and think, “This is the problem I want to have.
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| — | Galway Kinnell |
The view changes from where you are standing. Words can wound, and wounds can heal. All of these things are true.
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| — | Neil Gaiman |
What kills love? Only this: Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you, the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire, to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed, the bed unmade, to ignore you in the mornings, make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it, to assume it is mine to call.
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| — | Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body |
Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can’t be logical about.
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| — | Jeanette Winterson |
While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
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| — | Jeanette Winterson |
