It's not the face, but the expressions on it. It's not the voice, but what you say. It's not how you look in that body, but the thing you do with it. You are beautiful.

The apartment below mine had the only balcony of the house. I saw a girl standing on it, completely submerged in the pool of autumn twilight. She wasn't doing a thing that I could see, except standing...

Whereas during those months of separation time had never gone quickly enough for their liking and they were wanting to speed its flight, now that they were in sight of the town they would have liked...

Nothing in life is worth

She came very close, and looking into my eyes, she said, "My Jenny," and then she bent her head and kissed me-here, on the left-hand corner of my mouth. And nobody knows better than I that I couldn't...

You must remind me, little one. When I... when I lose myself - when I lose her - you must remind me that I am still searching, still waiting... that I have never forgotten her, never turned from all...

If he had even blinked, she would have been gone; but he did not blink, and he held her, as he had learned to hold griffins and chimeras motionless with his steady gaze. Her bare feet wounded him...

I love you, more, I think, than I know, but our kind of love isn't a sword. It's a light. Not a fire. A small light, just bright enough to read love letters by and keep the animals at a growling...

Don't be afraid. Don't be afraid of anything. Whatever you have been, you are mine now. I can hold you.

But what I thought, and what I still think, and always will, is that she saw me. Nobody else has ever seen me - me, Jenny Gluckstein - like that. Not my parents, not Julian, not even Meena. Love is...

I think that love is stronger than habits or circumstances. I think it is possible to keep yourself for someone for a long time, and still remember why you were waiting when she comes at last.... I...

I want you to have big dreams, big goals. I want you to strive to achieve them. But I don't want to see you beating yourself up every time you make a mistake.

What's so funny? {Astrid}I'm just thinking, here I am a slave who touched a star who then made him a demigod. I have to be the luckiest bastard who ever lived. {Zarek}

It was as if the empty nights were made for thinking of him. And sometimes I found myself so vividly aware of him it was as if he had only just left the room and the ring of his voice were still...

{...} I could "talk fast" -- that's to say, without hesitating, stammering -- most of the time -- but there were categories of words, sentiments, I could never say, they'd have stuck in my throat. The...

She felt if she ever had children she would love them no less when they were twenty than when they were two; they might need you more at twenty, she thought. What do you really need when you're two?...

You will not be here--I shall not be here--much longer.'

...I have always believed I cd diagnose this state of which they regard as as inspired by one pair of black eyes or indifferent blue, one graceful attitude of body or mind, one female history of some...

But I cannot love her as I did, because she is not open, because she withholds what matters, because she makes me, with her pride or her madness, live a lie.

She is afraid of divorce, which will free her, as she was not enough afraid of marriage, which trapped her.

The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why she now felt that she was on the threshold...

Happiness means being close to the one you love, that's all. {Taking immediate possession is not necessary.}

After all, a woman who doesn't love cats is never going to be make a man happy.

Real museums are places where Time is transformed into Space.

Happiness is holding someone in your arms and knowing you hold the whole world.

I have never found anybody who could stand to accept the daily demonstrative love I feel in me, and give back as good as I give.

Sex is like money; only too much is enough.

With that strange knowing that comes over me, like a clairvoyance, I know that I am sure of myself and my enormous and alarmingly timeless love for you; which will always be.

If only I can find him... the man who will be intelligent, yet physically magnetic and personable. If I can offer that combination, why shouldn't I expect it in a man?

I am inhabited by a cry. Nightly it flaps outLooking, with its hooks, for something to love.