“I wanted to crawl into her chest and kiss everything that she'd thought I'd hate.”— Unknown, thatkindofwoman.tumblr.com
“Packing all my things for the summer Lying on my bed, it’s a bummer Because I didn’t call when I got your number; But I liked you a lot…”— Lana Del Rey, open.spotify.com
“I have so much love for you, I could fill rooms with it. Buildings. You’re surrounded by it wherever you go, you walk through it, breathe it…it’s in your lungs, and under your tongue, and between your fingers and toes…”— Lisa Kleypas, amazon.com
“It’s your flaws I want to taste. Your crooked mouth. The way you smell after being out all day. The lump in your throat. Your shaky hands. Your morning breath. Your prickly legs. Your pimpled politeness. Your tangled hair. I don’t want to be able to run my fingers through you easily. It’s no fun wri…”— Lora Mathis, loramathis.com
“There is no room in my body for anything but you. My arms love you, my ears adore you, my knees shake with blind affection. My mind begs you...”— William Goldman, amazon.com
“Her beauty drowned me. As I sat in front of her I felt that I would do anything mad for her, anything she asked of me. She was color, brilliance, strangeness.”— Anaïs Nin, amazon.com
“I could spend every day getting to know you all over again...and I don't think I'd get sick of it.”— Colleen Hoover, Tarryn Fisher, amazon.com
“How incredible...the affection of a mother is for the infant whom she warms in her bosom and nurses and watches over with care, so that she passes sleepless nights, worries continually, and forgets herself!”— John Calvin, amazon.com
“I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.”— Haruki Murakami, amazon.com
“Thank you for touching me. Some of the only moments worth living were spent with you. Not you especially, the collective you.”— Henry Rollins, amazon.com
“There is this feeling I get when I am with you. There is our future house burning like a star on the hill. There is our dark flickering shadow. There is my hand on fire in your hand on fire, my body on fire above your body on fire, our tongues made of ash. We are rocks on a distant and uninhabitable…”— Zachary Schomburg, poetryfoundation.org
“When you love someone, you owe it to them to help them be the best version of themselves that they can be.”— Colleen Hoover, amazon.com