Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears. — Edgar Allen Poe

“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.” — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

“She is written in a foreign tongue.”– Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world. – Madeline Miller, The Song Of Achilles

“The books that the world calls immoral are books that show the world its own shame.” — Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray.

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“‘One must always be careful of books,’ said Tessa, ‘and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.’” – Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Angel

"My heart is a cathedral. Widows ghosts and lovers sit and sing in the dark, arched marrow of me." – Segovia Amil

“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn't it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up.” - Neil Gaiman, The Kindly Ones

"My eyes ache with the weight of ushed tears. You are my home, do you not understand?" - Amy Lowell, The Fruit Garden Path.

“I would like to be the air that inhabits you for a moment only. I would like to be that unnoticed and that necessary.” – Margaret Atwood

Hold on to the memories, they will hold on to you...

"I've come here with no expectations, only to profess, now that I am at liberty to do so, that my heart is, and always will be , yours." – Sense of Sensebility

"I clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos." –Héléne Cixous

A poet is a nightingale; Who sits in darkness; And sings to cheer its own solitude; With sweet sounds.

Oh, how I romanticise your flawless imperfections.

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Loving her was like drowning in honey.

"Winter is a slow hearbeat; an aged murmur of lifelong love." – Angie Weiland