You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win.
Ryan O’Connell, The People You Will Fall in Love With in Your 20s
You were unsure which pain is worse — the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.
You won’t do our things with another girl, or say the same things, will you?
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms
Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.
Because I decided on you, don’t you get that? I decided on you. I don’t want to go fucking other girls and then walk around feeling thrilled and then sad or empty or whatever. I like the smell of your hair and I like the sound of your voice and I fucking decided on you.
Let someone love you just the way you are – as flawed as you might be, as unattractive as you sometimes feel, and as unaccomplished as you think you are. To believe that you must hide all the parts of you that are broken, out of fear that someone else is incapable of loving what is less than perfect, is to believe that sunlight is incapable of entering a broken window and illuminating a dark room.
There was once a great American surgeon named Halsted. He was married to a nurse. He loved her — immeasurably. One day Halsted noticed her hands were chapped and red when she came back from surgery. And so he invented rubber gloves. For her. It is one of the great love stories in medicine. The difference between inspired medicine and uninspired medicine is love.
When I met Ana, I knew:
I loved her to the point of invention.
Sarah Ruhl, The Clean House
I feel like I’ve swallowed a cloudy sky.
Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart
There are a hundred trillion cells in the human body, and every single one of the cells of my body loves you. We shed cells, and grow new ones, and my new cells love you more than the old ones, which is why I love you more every day than I did the day before. It’s science. And when I die and they burn my body and I become ashes that mix with the air, and part of the ground and the trees and the stars, everyone who breathes that air or sees the flowers that grow out of the ground or looks up at the stars will remember you and love you, because I love you that much.
Clary Fray to Jace Herondale in City of Heavenly Fire by Cassandra Clare