“Am I craved, am I hungered for? Am I a thirst unquenched? Do you quiver at the thought of me, do you shake at the sound of my voice coming near? I do not know if I will ever be a thing desperately demanded, but if even for a moment, I am quietly longed for, this is enough, this would be plenty.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“Write us not in chalk, but ink permanent, in tattoo black sunken into skin, raised and still red. Never make me cough from the dust of us, never make me wipe my hands of our story erased. Take the needle and find my fingers, draw the line and lock it, lock me, to you.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“The much needed sleep, all the slumber I’ve stolen, I’ll give back to you.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“I wake while you sleep, giving back all the slumber I’ve stolen last night.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“I'm going to kiss you, and you're going to forget your legs; know this and prepare yourself for falling.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, tylerknott.com
“Would you chase me, if I walked away? Would you sprint barefoot over rough streets just to try to grab the fabric of my shirt and pull it backwards time and again and pray with all your prayers each night that maybe tomorrow, I would see.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“Would you love me desperately if my love started to fade away?”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“If I took away, piece by piece by piece all that you held dear and replaced it with nothing and the pitter patter of I am sorry typewriting themselves out of my lips and into your ears, would you fall apart?”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“If I gave less would you require more? Would you give more to make up for the difference, to fill the air with love instead of sorrow and hope instead of despair?”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“What would your lips do if my lips stopped diving through the most terrifying emptiness that is the feet or inches or miles between each other just to land upon yours?”— Tyler Knott Gregson, Tyler, thoughtcatalog.com
“Love, true love is a Verb, not a noun that we capitalize to assign more worth that we thought it needed. Love is a verb, it’s an action, do I dare tell you to use it wisely on me?”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“Love is giving and not saying, it’s making and not imagining, it’s holding and not wishing. Love is the reach, not the desire to do so. Love is the kiss not the regretting you cannot. Love is what we give and how we are to the person we love.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“I will love you until I die, and then I will start over and love you again, and then when that next light comes I will start fresh and give you more.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“Would you listen if I explained that we are magic and that magic is something that doesn’t require belief to be real, but requires that we make it day in and day out and maybe, just maybe, true magic is the disappearance of two people and the triumphant reemergence with great fanfare and the twirl o…”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“How do I tell you what it feels like to know that you, You, have always been so much that happiness without you is a statistical impossibility, that once I met you my heart left my chest and flew directly into yours.”— Tyler Knott Gregson, thoughtcatalog.com
“He said he loved me, but every step of the way he’d hurt and sabotage me. I realized later that he put me down so much because he was probably terrified that I’d realize he was nothing and leave him. Which is exactly what I did.”— Amy Schumer, amazon.com
“When you have a sick parent, you can’t help but think of the end. Like literally, the final moments of life come to mind when I begin to love someone. I think, Will this dude push my wheelchair? And even scarier, Would I be willing to push his?”— Amy Schumer, amazon.com
“You must desire what you want with all your heart because desire is a feeling of love, and you must give love to receive what you love.”— Rhonda Byrnes, amazon.com
“The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved.”— Viktor E. Frankl, amazon.com