The most painful thing is losing yourself in the process of loving someone too much, and forgetting that you are special too.

Maybe...you'll fall in love with me all over again.""Hell," I said, "I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?""Yes. I want to ruin you.""Good," I said. "That's what I want too.

I didn't want to kiss you goodbye — that was the trouble — I wanted to kiss you good night — and there's a lot of difference.

When you love you wish to do things for. You wish to sacrifice for. You wish to serve.

Oh Jake," Brett said, "We could have had such a damned good time together."Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly, pressing Brett against me.Yes," I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?

If two people love each other there can be no happy end to it.

We ate well and cheaply and drank well and cheaply and slept well and warm together and loved each other.

Why, darling, I don't live at all when I'm not with you.

I've seen you, beauty, and you belong to me now, whoever you are waiting for and if I never see you again, I thought. You belong to me and all Paris belongs to me and I belong to this notebook and this pencil.