And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain

Once outside the magic circle the writers became their lonely selves, pondering on poems, observing their fellow men ruthlessly, putting people they knew into novels; no wonder they were without friends.

Certainly no one has ever died of an unrequited passion__t's usually the ones that are requited that get people in trouble.

Soul connections are not often found and are worth every bit of fight left in you to keep.

Dear Matthew-There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to each other. But I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.

The kind of love that offers its life so easily, so stupidly is always the love that is not returned.