Eddie Valiant: Say, Roger. That letter you wrote to your wife at the Ink and Paint Club? Why don't you read it to her now? Roger Rabbit: Sure thing, Eddie. "Dear Jessica: How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I, Marvin Acme, of sound mind and body...? It's the will! Eddie Valiant: Keep reading.…
— Jeffrey Price, Peter S. Seaman, Eddie Valiant, Bob Hoskins, imdb.com
Did you ever notice the way light means more than it did all day long?
Let me rest in your love. – But no, – love will give me no rest.
Like a little warm coal in my heart burns your saying that you miss me. I miss you oh so much. How much, you'll never believe or know. At every moment of the day. It is painful but also rather pleasant, if you know what I mean. I mean, that it is good to have so keen and persistent a feeling about s…
And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.
I like missing you so hard because it makes me feel strongly that you are not a dream, you are real, you are living, and I'll meet you again.
You are at once both the quiet and the confusion of my heart.
Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me.
I need you to know that no matter what happens, it was worth it to me. Being with you, loving you. It was all worth it.
I promise you I will try harder to be better. I have battled with things inside me for longer than you know; I do not know what they are or why they are there, I only know that they feel manageable, defeatable, when I am around You.
I miss you deeply, unfathomably, senselessly, terribly.
Don’t you think I was made for you? I feel like you had me ordered—and I was delivered to you—to be worn. I want you to wear me, like a watch-charm or a hole bouquet—to the world.
if I never see you again I will always carry you inside outside on my fingertips and at brain edges and in centers centers of what I am of what remains.
Goofy, my darling, hasn’t it been a lovely day? I woke up this morning and then sun was lying like a birth-day parcel on my table so I opened it up and so many happy things went fluttering into the air: love to Doo-do and the remembered feel of our skins cool against each other in other mornings lik…
And theres always my infinite love—You are a sweet person—the sweetest and dearest of all and I love you as I love my vanished youth— which is as much as a human heart can hold— filled with copper clouds like the after-math of cannon-fire, pre-war, civil-war clouds and I feel all empty and bored and…
By your side I’m most quiet and most unquiet, most inhibited and most free.
I think of you often. Especially in the evenings, when I am on the balcony and it’s too dark to write or to do anything but wait for the stars. A time I love. One feels half disembodied, sitting like a shadow at the door of one’s being while the dark tide rises. Then comes the moon, marvelously sere…
when it rains every windowpane becomes a love letter
You are all about me - I seem to breathe you - hear you - feel you in me and of me.
— Katherine Mansfield, fuckyeahhistoricalloveletters.tumblr.com
And don’t be ashamed of your nature. It’s so dear, so very dear to me. You are laughter ‘mixed’ from tears.