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You don't. It doesn't work. One day, you wake up, and you've learned how to store it, and you go to another part of the heart.

Desire leaves us heartbroken; it wears us out.

It's the nature of hearts to break. It's in their job description. When a heart is doing what it's supposed to be doing, it holds nothing back. And sometimes it gets broken.

I long for You so much_x000D__x000D_I follow barefoot Your frozen tracks_x000D__x000D_That are high in the mountains_x000D__x000D_That I know are years old._x000D__x000D_I long for You so much_x000D__x000D_I have even begun to travel_x000D__x000D_Where I have never been before.

I don't fall in love anymore. Just like I don't get the mumps.

And what has become of it, where is that onetime love? Now it is the grave of a bird, a drop of black quartz, a chunk of wood eroded by the rain.

Why don't you try to do without him, why don't you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for the bone? Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady? I know that you can make it, you can make it on your own.

It's sad, but a relief as well, to know that two things so closely bound together can separate with so little violence.

Marriage, children-you never expect it to end in tragedy. Unless you're me.

Marriage is an arrangement by which two people start by getting the best out of each other and often end by getting the worst.

I fervently believe that people shouldn't stay in bad relationships just because of some artificial rom-com notion of true love being "forever." In fact, I think that the pressure of conforming to that framework ruins-literally RUINS-a lot of people's lives.

It hurts and hurts to have him this close. I feel sick with it.

I wanted impossible things. I wanted my life with her before it all turned bad. What I had been given had been taken away and now I was even less than before.

This was a kind of dying. Losing the woman I truly had loved, and still loved more than anything, was just unfathomable. To me, she was the world.

Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is, death ends. This? It can go on forever.

... love was an illusion which civilization had produced to give a little order to the frequency of the sex act.

It was only later that I suffocated under the weight of his arguments, and his darker thoughts articulated. It was only later that our tongues produced landslides, that we become caught in the cracks between what we said and what we meant, until we could not find each other, did not trust the words in our own mouths.

I will find a way to you if it kills me if it kills me if it kills me (I think it might kill me).

Love myself I do. Not everything, but I love the good as well as the bad. I love my crazy lifestyle, and I love my hard discipline. I love my freedom of speech and the way my eyes get dark when I'm tired. I love that I have learned to trust people with my heart, even if it will get broken. I am proud of everything that I am and will become.

If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.

If we judge love by most of its effects, it resembles rather hatred than affection.