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1 " When I was twelve, my sixth-grade English class went on a field trip to see Franco Zeffirelli’s film adaptation of Shakespeare’s Romeo and Juliet. From that moment forward I dreamed that someday I’d meet my own Juliet. I’d marry her and I would love her with the same passion and intensity as Romeo. The factthat their marriage lasted fewer than three days before they both were deaddidn’t seem to affect my fantasy. Even if they had lived, I don’t think theirrelationship could have survived. Let’s face it, being that emotionally aflame, sexually charged, and transcendentally eloquent every single second can really start to grate on a person’s nerves. However, if I could find someone to love just a fraction of the way that Montague loved his Capulet, then marrying her would be worth it. "
― Annabelle Gurwitch , You Say Tomato, I Say Shut Up: A Love Story
2 " Used to be hewas my heart's desire.His forthright gaze,his expert hands:I'd lie on the couch with my eyesclosed just thinking about it.Never about the factthat everything changes,that even this,my best passion,would not be immune.No, I would bask on in aneternal daydream of the handsfinding me, the gaze like a windingstair coaxing me down. . . .Until I caught a glimpseof something in the mirror:silly girl in her lingerie,dancing with the furniture--a hot little bundle, flush withcliches. Into that pairof too-bright eyes I lookedand saw myself. And something else: would never look that way. "
3 " Used to be hewas my heart's desire.His forthright gaze,his expert hands:I'd lie on the couch with my eyesclosed just thinking about it.Never about the factthat everything changes,that even this,my best passion,would not be immune.No, I would bask on in aneternal daydream of the handsfinding me, the gaze like a windingstair coaxing me down. . . .Until I caught a glimpseof something in the mirror:silly girl in her lingerie,dancing with the furniture--a hot little bundle, flush withcliches. Into that pairof too-bright eyes I lookedand saw myself. And something "
4 " When I ask you to listen to meand you start to give me advice,you have not done what I asked.When I ask you to listen to meand you begin to tell me why I shouldn’t feel that way, you are trampling on my feelings.When I ask you to listen to meand you feel you have to do something to solve my problem,you have failed me, strange as that may seem.Listen! All I ask is that you listen.Not talk or do—just hear me.I can do for myself. I’m not helpless.Maybe discouraged and faltering, but not helpless.When you do something for me that I can, and need to do for myself, you contribute to my fear and weakness. But when you accept as a simple factthat I am feeling what I feel no matter how irrational it might be, then I can get on with understanding what is behind this feeling.Perhaps that is why prayer works for so many people.God is silent and He doesn’t give advice or try to fix things.He just listens and lets you work it out for yourself.So, please listen and just hear me.And if you want to talk, wait a minute for your turn.Then I’ll listen to you. "
5 " I'll never get over the factthat the buildings all light up at night,and the night comes every nightand without regret we let it go.We sleep a little and we live.That's what we do. "
― Alex Dimitrov , American Boys
6 " It's been the longest timeSince I've been in this place,Where I spend my whole dayHoping I'll see your face.Then I script things to say,And maybe what you'd say back.You don't know it yet,But, girl, it's a factThat I can see us Staying up late,Talking all night,But I guess I'll have to wait.'Cause it's brand-new,Yeah, I know we just met. I want to be there with you, But not just yet.Girl, you've got that look,Like you're hard to impress.So I'm bumbling with words,'Cause my mind is a mess.You were out of the blueAnd you caught me by surprise,With a slight smile, that long stare,And a challenge in your eyesI could feel all thisIn that single look,Like you could see my soul.You could read me like a book,And I think it's something.Though I know we just met,I'm gonna get there with you.You just don't know it ... yet. "
― Emery Lord , Open Road Summer
