falling-in-love

I loved her in ways I understood, full of physical aches and the need to be near her whenever I could. But I also loved her in ways that were unfamiliar, with an intensity that made me willing to attempt the impossible.

I suspect she will be like air. Like knowing how to breathe.

Kate realized she had a grave problem. She was infatuated. Or mildly insane. Possibly both.

Falling in love is not an act of will. It is not a conscious choice. No matter how open to or eager for it we may be, the experience may still elude us. Contrarily, the experience may capture us at times when we are definitely not seeking it, when it is inconvenient and undesirable. We are as likely to fall in love with someone with whom we are obviously ill matched as with someone more suitable. Indeed, we may not even like or admire the object of our passion, yet, try as we might, we may not be able to fall in love with a person whom we deeply respect and with whom a deep relationship would be in all ways desirable. This is not to say that the experience of falling in love is immune to discipline. Psychiatrists, for instance, frequently fall in love with their patients, just as their patients fall in love with them, yet out of duty to the patient and their role they are usually able to abort the collapse of their ego boundaries and give up the patient as a romantic object. The struggle and suffering of the discipline involved may be enormous. But discipline and will can only control the experience; they cannot create it. We can choose how to respond to the experience of falling in love, but we cannot choose the experience itself.

An attractive woman becomes beautiful when she's happy and in love.

She felt the essence of herself pulled finer and smaller like those streams of spun glass that pull and stretch till there remains but a glimmering illusion. Neither falling nor breaking, the stream spins finer. She felt herself very small and ecstatic. Alabama was in love.

He still had his eyes on me, and it occurred to me that he was thinking the same thing as I was; that I was very underdressed to be here. I needed to leave, and quickly. But I didn't know how to say goodbye...

His gaze was so soft that she would like to wrap herself with it.

You can fall in love again with someone you're already in love with. It's like waking from a dream within a dream and finding another layer, the colors more vivid, the light more lucid, the fantasy more real. Being in love is an endless loop of waking to reverie.

He laughs again. __ou__e different, Caymen.___ifferent than what?___han any other girl I__e met.__onsidering most of the girls he__ met probably had fifty times as much money as I did, that wasn__ a hard feat to accomplish. Thinking about that makes my eyes sting.__t__ refreshing. You make me feel normal.___uh. I better work on that because you__e far from normal.__e smiles and pushes my shoulder playfully. My heart slams into my ribs. __aymen.__ take another handful of dirt and smash it against his neck then try to make a quick escape. He grabs me from behind, and I see his hand, full of dirt, coming toward my face when the warning beeps of the tractor start up.__aved by the gravediggers,_ he says.

He is my unicorn, though... That's how I felt falling in love with him, as if I'd found a creature of myth.

Your lover should be your best friend.... Love can be a choice as much as an accident.

When she spoke, Tom held his breath, so eagerly he listened; when she sang, he sat like one entranced. She touched his organ, and from that bright epoch even it, the old companion of his happiest hours, incapable as he had thought of elevation, began a new and deified existence.

My dark secret is I__e always wished I was Gatsby. As heartbroken as he was and as horrible a fate as he endured, I admired that he loved. It__ a difficult thing to do.

Falling in love is like seeing the ocean for the very first time, when all of your life you've been stepping in puddles.

It was a delicious feeling, falling in love. I'd had so many luxuries in my life, and I thought I'd had a taste of this before, but I realized now it was merely a cheap imitation of something not meant to be imitated in the first place.

This is like telling a person who has leapt off a cliff to be careful. I am already in midair.

Right now in this space, I feel a brand new pull to him. I__e always been drawn to his features, his brilliance, his laughter, his passion. But right now I__ attracted to his pain. It makes him human. It makes him real. It makes him something he hardly ever is to me: accessible.