I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes, many loved before us, I know that we're not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but now it's come to distances and both of us must try,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time,
walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme
you know my love goes with you as your love stays with me,
it's just the way it changes, like the shoreline and the sea,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm,
your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm,
yes many loved before us, I know that we are not new,
in city and in forest they smiled like me and you,
but let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie,
your eyes are soft with sorrow,
Hey, that's no way to say goodbye.

-Leonard Cohen

When you discovered you like the sound the fan makes at night too. When you laugh at my bad jokes, when you laugh real high at TV shows we both like. The times you hold me in the middle of the night when you think I’m asleep. The way you get excited when you discover a new beer, the passions you have. The breakfasts and dinners you make me. When you put your hands in my hair. When you say “I love you.” When you ask me questions, because for once I’m not the one asking you. The way you smile when you answer the door. Your scars. When you get happy because you fixed something. When you get happy because I fixed something. The way you speak so fondly of Montreal. How much you love the snow, how much you love my home. How honest you are. 

Year of the rabbit. Be a good one. 

This too shall pass.

You are beautiful like demolition.

Wild child full of grace, savior of the human race.

“A long time ago, in the Underground Realm, where there are no lies or pain, there lived a princess who dreamt of the human world. She dreamed of blue skies, soft breeze and sunshine. One day, eluding her keepers, the princess escaped. Once outside, the bright sun blinded her and erased her memory. She forgot who she was and where she came from. Her body suffered cold, sickness and pain. Eventually, she died. However, her father, the King, always knew that the Princess’ soul would return, perhaps in another body, in another place, at another time. He would wait for her, until he drew his last breath, until the world stopped turning.”

-Pan's Labyrinth

You Remind me of a Firework, Boy

Her life was a slow realization that the world was not for her, and that for whatever reason, she would never be happy and honest at the same time. She felt as if she were brimming, always producing and hoarding more love inside her. But there was no release...

So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love--loving the loving of things whose existence she didn't care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exit.

-Foer

Happiness: happiness of unconditional love, happiness of company, happiness of being understood, kissing happiness, happiness of nostalgia, happiness of letting go, floating on happiness, happiness of reminders, happiness of finding the perfect words to express what you mean, happiness of doing exactly what you want exactly when you want, happiness of seeing things for the first time, happiness of things that are static

Sadness: sadness of being misunderstood, sadness of love without release, sadness of not knowing enough words to express what you mean, sadness of having options, sadness of wanting sadness, sadness of confusion, sadness of finishing a book, sadness of remembering, sadness of forgetting, anxiety sadness, sadness of feeling the need to create beautiful things, sadness of moving too quickly, sadness of laughter that’s not infinite

If there is no love in the world, we will make a new world, from the inside out, and give it a knocker that resonates like a diamond falling to a jeweler’s felt so that we should never hear it. Love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does.  Stay by me because that is what friends do in the presence of evil or love. Even when I can’t see it, show me that everything is illuminated. Keep me from sadness things. Like sadness of being misunderstood, sadness of love without release, sadness of not knowing enough words to express what you mean, sadness of confusion, sadness of remembering, sadness of forgetting, anxiety sadness, kissing sadness, sadness of laughter that’s not infinite. If our diamond doorbell breaks, keep it just for looks.

from: History of Love and/or Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close