“Perhaps we were friends first and lovers second. But then perhaps this is what lovers are.”— André Aciman, amazon.com
“Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand.”— Leo Tolstoy, amazon.com
“You can’t measure the mutual affection of two human beings by the number of words they exchange.”— Milan Kundera, amazon.com
“She wants you to be her best friend, her biggest fan, and her most passionate lover.”— Brianna Wiest, thoughtcatalog.com
“Only enemies speak the truth; friends and lovers lie endlessly, caught in the web of duty.”— Stephen King, amazon.com
“It's bullshit to think of friendship and romance as being different. They're not. They're just variations of the same love. Variations of the same desire to be close.”— Rachel Cohn, amazon.com
“Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.”— Whitney Otto, amazon.com
“You are my best friend as well as my lover, and I do not know which side of you I enjoy the most. I treasure each side, just as I have treasured our life together.”— Nicholas Sparks, amazon.com
“What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?”— Jacques Lacan, goodreads.com
“you have had love, and that means your sternum is a divining rod for both passion and grief. because the tongue is the body’s strongest muscle, make it say joy. make it say I am a factory of splendid things. make it say the octopus is the smartest animal in the animal kingdom, and I am an octopus. I…”— Marty McConnell, martyoutloud.com
“Our kiss is a secret handshake, a password. We love like spies, like bruised prize fighters, like children building tree houses. Our love is serious business. One look from you and my spine reincarnates as kite string. When I hesitate to hold your hand, it is because to know is to be responsible for…”— Mindy Nettifee, thecultofmindy.com
“In my defense, when he touched me the lights of my body came on. In my defense, the windows were thrown open. In my defense, spring.”— Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, thebakerypoetry.com
“I loved you like a man loves a woman he never touches, only writes to, keeps little photographs of.”— Charles Bukowski, amazon.com
“When you show up, I’ll say – Hey, let’s give this a go. You’re gentle and feel warm – we can be silent and we can crack jokes. If this sounds good to you, I’ll be your beggar queen – my cheap metal bracelets turn pink against my skin. I loathe glass slippers, but you can kiss the extra bones on my f…”— Anca Rotar, goodreads.com