There was a time when the music fell silent. Both within me and around me.

Music is life, that's why our hearts have beats.

In this world, emotion has become suspect - the accepted style is smooth, antiseptic and passionless.

I want to change my punctuation. I long for exclamation marks, but I'm drowning in ellipses.

Isaac stopped her at the bottom of the stairs with a crooked smile. I would wish you sweet dreams, but how can they be memorable if I won't be in them?

If I start from a place of love, more times than not I will find what is "right," but if I start from a position of "right" I will rarely find love.

... and to-morrow looked in my face more steadily than I could look at it

It was wonderful to see the sparkle back in her eyes. He wanted to keep it there. For the first time in years he'd found himself actually caring about how someone else felt. He'd been spending so much...

Anna would like you, he thinks, looking into her face. Anna would like you.

You are never old enough to lose your mother.

The piper never knew we were watchers... ..Sounds echoed - sounds of a Scottish love song. They echoed through the silence, soft and melancholy, as he kept time with his foot, and the metal of the...

You realize how much you love someone once that someone is gone…gone forever, and you are filled with regret and sadness.

Where we love is home

Conservative should tend to resist the argument that our particular crisis is a more-than-normal one, that our particular moment is a more-than-Madisonian one. Conservatism is a healthy political...

I don't want to know that you don't want me. I don't want to know what you do without me. I don't want to know what I'll be without you. I don't wanna know. I don't wanna know.

I felt it. I heard the snap of my heart tearing in half. It wasn't a messy, dirty rip like I'd expected, but a smooth, clean line that knew just where to break to hurt me the most.

Words can't explain everything. But silence never fails to mean something

You make me feel like I am everywhere when I am right here, completely still with you.

Do you really want to know how I feel?

Love is a heart smile.

If you could imagine the color of anger, it had been splashed over every wall. Rage, something dense and seething, was hanging from every chandelier, resentment woven into thick carpets padding the...

I really want to punch you right now. Maybe even break your nose. But I won't because I like this dress.

You seem... .unsettled. Was unsettled another word for horny enough to climb the walls? Because if so, then yes, I was most definitely unsettled.

And all the restless energy floating through me keeps connecting to him and coming back twice as strong, like we're this closed circuit, and the longer we stay linked, the more powerful the pull...

But kind of like when you move something on a wall after it's been there for a long time, and its place is bright but everything around it is faded - that's how I feel about her. She wasn't there very...

What does not engage our feelings does not long engage our thoughts either.

Can we account for instinct?' said Monte Cristo. 'Are there not some places where we seem to breathe sadness? - why, we cannot tell. It is a chain of recollections - an idea which carries you back to...

She's known sadness. That's what it is. I only just thought that as I wrote it. She's known sadness, and it has made her kind.

What was grief but an extended tantrum to be salved by sex and candy.

If he didn't love so deeply, he couldn't grieve so deeply. But he's drowning in it.