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She knew whose love she doubted. It wasn't her parents' and it wasn't her friends: It was her own.
They kissed for the first time then in the cold spring rain, though neither one of them now knew that it was raining. Tristran's heart pounded in his chest as if it was not big enough to contain all the joy that it held. He opened his eyes as he kissed the star. Her sky-blue eyes stared back into his, and in her eyes he could see no parting from her.
he is both the source of my happiness and the one i want to share it with.
I want my world to start and end with you.
Falling into ruin was a bit like falling in love: Both descents stripped you bare and left you as you were at your core. And both endings are equally painful.
Love is blind, they say--but isn't it more that love makes us see too much? Isn't it more that love floods our brain with sights and sounds, so that everything looks bigger, brighter, more lovely than ever before?
So many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the knowing that grows and love simply expands to contain it.
Some people feel love in their hearts, Julie. Some of us feel it all way into our souls. We're the ones who can't forget.
You think I'm cute?" He said thinkly, pulling on her hand.She was glad he couldn't see her face. "I think you're..."Beautiful. Breathtaking. Like the person in a Greek myth who makes one of the gods stop caring about being a god.
I just don't see why the past has to matter.
I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.