“The wound can have (should only have) just one proper name. I recognize that I love — you — by this: you leave in me a wound I do not want to replace.”— Jacques Derrida, amazon.com
“I missed him so much that I had physical sensations of loss, all over my body. Like one minute I was missing an arm, the next my spleen. It was making me feel sick, like throwing up.”— Augusten Burroughs, amazon.com
“It's probably the worst feeling in the world, when you're deeply and madly in love with a [person] and you know she's not feeling you the same way, and you don't know why.”— Bruno Mars, npr.org
“I know exactly how that is. To love somebody who doesn’t deserve it. Because they are all you have. Because any attention is better than no attention.”— Augusten Burroughs, amazon.com
“Making love with you Is like drinking sea water. The more I drink The thirstier I become, Until nothing can slake my thirst But to drink the entire sea.”— Kenneth Rexroth, amazon.com
“Here’s to the girls with sly eyes wild hair and intoxicating thoughts. You will fall in love and find your handprints wrapped around her arms just trying to hold on.”— Michelle K., michellekpoems.tumblr.com
“Then there is the boy you can never stop thinking about. Whenever you see his name, it trips you up. Even if it's one that belongs to many others, even if he belongs to someone else. You know he is a symbol of your weakness, your Kryptonite. How he rushes in like wildfire and burns through everythin…”— Lang Leav, amazon.com
“...I can write the saddest lines. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one I held her in my arms I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me sometimes, and I loved her too. How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight I can write th…”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“I felt like an undeveloped photograph that he was printing, my image rising to the surface under his gaze.”— Janet Fitch, amazon.com
“And when he kisses me it tastes like love but his love tastes a lot like leaving.”— Michelle K., michellekpoems.tumblr.com
“She lends her pen to thoughts of him that flow from it in her solitary. For she is his poet and he is her poetry.”— Lang Leav, amazon.com
“...I will be your poet, I will be more to you than to any of the rest.”— Walt Whitman, books.google.com.ph
“I thought I wouldn't live through it. But you do. You learn to love the place somebody leaves behind for you.”— Barbara Kingsolver, amazon.com
“Who taught you that love is only good until it’s opened? Who told you that it spoils? Why did you take it so literally?”— Trista Mateer, tristamateer.com
“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps. I hunger for your sleek laugh, your hands the color of a savage harvest, hunger for the pale stones of your f…”— Pablo Neruda, amazon.com
“I still search for you in crowds, in empty fields and soaring clouds. In city lights and passing cars, on winding roads and wishing stars.”— Lang Leav, amazon.com