Love requires imagination more than experience.

Love is also a violence, and cannot be undone.

When a person is loved, they are granted the strength of all seas.

There was so much he wanted to say, but was unable to think past the syllables of her name that filled him like some delicate music.

All she knows is that someone fell, and that everything beautiful began after.

The very best and the very worst of life will come from [their] ability to love strangers.

Somewhere across the city, among the thousands of thumping hearts, was the one he wanted.

The love of aman is like a drop of color into something clear.

How could two people know each other so intimately without have told the old stories. You get to an age where the stories don’t matter anymore, and the stories once told so passionately become a tide that never quite reaches the point of being said. And there is no such thing as fate, but there are no accidents either.