incessant adj. The doubts. You had to save me from my constant doubts. That deep-seeded feeling that I wasn't good enough for anything I was a fake at my job I wasn't your equal my friends would forget me if I moved away for a month. It wasn't as easy as hearing voices nobody was telling me this. It was just something I knew. Everyone else was playing along but I was sure that one day they would all stop.
Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.
If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?
Now when I have to remember a date, all I have to do is consult my rap sheet.
It was a laugh that came from the tip of his toes, gaining force and soul as it traveled through his body and out into the world in mirthful bursts. There wasn't anything fake about it; it was an amusement park of a laugh, and when it appeared, you wanted to jump on board.
You are happy even if you are afraid to admit it.
I had no idea what I wanted, only that I wanted something, which is the worst kind of wanting.
But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.
If this continues, if this goes on, then when I die, your memories of me will be my greatest accomplishment. You memories will be my most lasting impressions.
Things are going so well. We’re volleying words back and forth. Everything she says, I have something I can say back. We’re sparking, and part of me just wants to sit back and watch. We’re clicking. Not because a part of me is fitting into a part of her. But because our words are clicking into each other to form sentences and our sentences are clicking into each other to form dialogue and our dialogue is clicking together to form this scene from this ongoing movie that’s as comfortable as it is unrehearsed.
Neophyte, n. There are millions upon millions of people who have been through this before-- why is it that no one can give my good advice?
...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.
Do you know when you cross against traffic? You look down the street and see a car coming, but you know you can get across before it gets to you. So even though there’s a DON’T WALK sign, you cross anyway. And there’s always a split second when you turn and see that car coming, and you know that if you don’t continue moving, it will all be over. That’s how I feel a lot of the time. I know I’ll make it across. I always make it across. But the car is always there, and I always stop to watch it coming.
yearning n. and adj. At te core of this desire is the belief that everything can be perfect.
By the time I got there, you’d already decided. And I quickly decided to let you decide. You were already seeing the rooms as ours, and that was enough for me.
The key is to never recognize these imbalances. To not let the dauntingness daunt us.
Even if neither of us got what we wanted, we found freedom in the third choices.
It was one of those moments when you feel the future so much that it humbles the present.
Let’s make plans,” I ventured. And Sofia smiled and said, “No, let’s leave it to chance.
I am not dangerous. Only the stories are dangerous. Only the fictions we create, especially when they become expectations.
Fate has a strange way of making plans.
He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.
fraught, adj. Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover? If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?
Ignorance is not bliss. Bliss is knowing the full meaning of what you have been given.
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