It is impossible to say why we love something or someone. We can come up with reasons if we have to, but the important part happens in the dark, beyond our control. We just know when it is there. And when it goes away.

John Ajvide Lindqvist, Little Star

The Japanese say you have three faces. The first face, you show to the world. The second face, you show to your close friends, and your family. The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.

Right on

Right on

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My heart clenches. I still love this boy. The realization scares me. I thought I was over it.

Tarryn Fisher, The Opportunist

Long distance sucks, but if you love someone, don’t you at least want to try?

Ted Michael, Crash Test Love

I’ve always had this deep-down conviction that I’m not like everybody else, and there’s an amazingly exciting new life waiting for me just around the corner.

Sophie Kinsella, Can you keep a secret?

It is so strange to encounter an ex. It’s as if you’re in a foreign film, and what you’re saying face-to-face has nothing to do with the subtitles flowing beneath you. We are so careful not to touch, although once upon a time, I slept plastered to him in our bed, like lichen on a rock. We are two strangers who know every shameful secret, every hidden freckle, every fatal flaw in each other.

Jodi Picoult, Sing you home

I blinked away the unwelcome moisture in my eyes. I didn’t know how much more of this I could stand. How did anyone survive this world, with these bodies whose memories wouldn’t stay in the past where they should? With these emotions that were so strong I couldn’t tell what I felt anymore?

Wanderer, The Host by Stephenie Meyer

She said it out loud, the words distributed into a room that was full of cold air and books. Books everywhere! Each wall was armed with overcrowded yet immaculate shelving. It was barely possible to see paintwork. There were all different styles and sizes of lettering on the spines of the black, the red, the gray, the every-colored books. It was one of the most beautiful things Liesel Meminger had ever seen. With wonder, she smiled. That such a room existed!

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief

When first love ends, most people eventually know there will be more to come. They are not through with love. Love is not through with them. It will never be the same as the first, but it will be better in different ways.

David Levithan, Every Day

It’s weird, how I’m more comfortable being who I really am to complete strangers than to the people I’ve known all my life.

 L.M. Augustine

She was His spring, He was Her winter. The beginning of love for Him and the end of searching for Her. Finally they had found their favorite seasons and it was made so much sweeter when shared with the other.

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Fred Goeller House in Kiamath Falls, Oregon.  Photo by Patty.


Fred Goeller House in Kiamath Falls, Oregon.  Photo by Patty.

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