love

The more you love someone, he came to think, the harder it is to tell them. It surprised him that strangers didn’t stop each other on the street to say I love you.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

One day you will do things for me that you hate. That is what it means to be family.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything is Illuminated

And there lies the horror: the past we remember is devoid of time. Impossible to reexperience a love the way we reread a book or resee a film.

Milan Kundera, Ignorance

God favors drunks, small children, and the cataclysmically stoned…

Stephen King, It

Love is a delicate thing that needs to be cosseted and protected. Love is not robust and love is not unyielding. Love can crumble under a few harsh words, or be tossed away with a handful of careless actions. Love isn’t a steadfast dog at all; love is more like a pygmy mouse lemur.

Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner

Love is the most pernicious drug of all. Let the romantics debate its existence. Pragmatists accept it and use it.

Stephen King, Night Shift

According to Maslow, I was stuck on the second level of the pyramid, unable to feel secure in my health and therefore unable to reach for love and respect and art and whatever else, which is, utter horseshit: The urge to make art or contemplate philosophy does not go away when you are sick. Those urges just become transfigured by illness. Maslow’s pyramid seemed to imply I was less human than other people, and most people seemed to agree with him.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

There are infinite numbers between 0 and 1. There’s .1 and .12 and .112 and an infinite collection of others. Of course, there is a bigger infinite set of numbers between 0 and 2, or between 0 and a million. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities. A writer we used to like taught us that. There are days, many of them, when I resent the size of my unbounded set. I want more numbers than I’m likely to get, and God, I want more numbers for Augustus Waters than he got. But, Gus, my love, I cannot tell you how thankful I am for our little infinity. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. You gave me a forever within the numbered days, and I’m grateful.

John Green, The Fault in Our Stars

I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.

John Green, The Fault in our Stars

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