Two people can sleep in the same bed and still be alone when they close their eyes.
I couldn’t bear to think about it; and yet, somehow, I couldn’t think about nothing else.
The way she listened was more eloquent than speech.
A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.
She was not used to being cruel, but he had taught her how.
The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned

Tomorrow has always been my favourite day of the week.

And soon enough
you’ll just be a name that I once heard

It must mean something
to open my journal
for the first time in months
and find even those words
tracing themselves
around your name.

COPY AND PASTE YOURSELF INTO MY BED

THE AMOUNT OF MEN I WOULD MARRY WITHOUT A SECOND’S HESITATION IS A LITTLE APPALLING.

I have been told, sometimes, the most healing thing to do—
Is remind ourselves over and over and over:
“Other people feel this too.”

What you’re scared of has always been what moved you.”

“Hope? Oh yes, there is hope — infinite hope. But not for us.”

"First you hear the words
and they are like all other words,

ordinary, breathing out of lips,
moving toward you in a straight line.

Later they shatter
and rearrange themselves. They spell

something else hidden in the muscles
of the face, something the throat wanted to say.

Perhaps when we find ourselves wanting everything, it is because we are dangerously close to wanting nothing.

He became frightened of flowers because they grew so slowly that he couldn’t tell what they planned to do.