“I'm not looking for another as I wander in my time, walk me to the corner, our steps will always rhyme. You know my love goes with you as your love stays with me, it's just the way it changes like the shoreline and the sea”— Leonard Cohen, open.spotify.com
“I loved you in the morning, our kisses deep and warm, your hair upon the pillow like a sleepy golden storm. Yes, many loved before us, I know that we are not new, in city and in forest they smiled like me and you. But let's not talk of love or chains and things we can't untie. Your eyes are soft wit…”— Leonard Cohen, open.spotify.com
“We met when we were almost young deep in the green lilac park. You held on to me like I was a crucifix as we went kneeling through the dark.”— Leonard Cohen, open.spotify.com
“Leaving feels good and pure only when you leave something important, something that mattered to you. Pulling life out by the roots. But you can't do that until your life has grown roots.”— John Green, amazon.com
“It is so hard to leave—until you leave. And then it is the easiest goddamned thing in the world.”— John Green, amazon.com
“Farewells can be shattering, but returns are surely worse. Solid flesh can never live up to the bright shadow cast by its absence. Time and distance blur the edges; then suddenly the beloved has arrived, and it's noon with its merciless light, and every spot and pore and wrinkle and bristle stands c…”— Margaret Atwood, amazon.com
“Someday you’ll cry for me like i cried for you Someday you’ll miss me like i missed you Someday you’ll need me like i needed you Someday you’ll love me but i wont love you”— lustfulsoulposts, lustfulsoulposts.tumblr.com
“The last time you touch her will feel remarkably like the first. She will be drunk and smiling and full of love for you when she steps out of her dress. You will forget she is leaving because you can still hold her face in your hands. You will forget she is leaving because her lips are soft and wet…”— Joaquin Fernandez, thoughtcatalog.com
“Maybe she was just matter, and matter gets recycled. But ultimately I do not believe that she was only matter. The rest of her must be recycled, too. I believe now that we are greater than the sum of our parts.”— John Green, Miles 'Pudge' Halter, amazon.com
“I thought at first that she was just dead. Just darkness. Just a body being eaten by bugs. I thought about her a lot like that, as something's meal. What was her—green eyes, half a smirk, the soft curves of her legs—would soon be nothing, just the bones I never saw. I thought about the slow process…”— John Green, Miles 'Pudge' Halter, amazon.com
“I felt the heaves of his chest as we realized over and over again that we were still alive. I realized it in waves and we held on to each other crying and I thought, God we must look so lame, but it doesn't much matter when you have just now realized, all the time later, that you are still alive.”— John Green, Miles 'Pudge' Halter, amazon.com
“We are driving through the place that she could not drive through, passing onto asphalt she never saw, and we are not dead. We are not dead! We are breathing and we are crying and now slowing down and moving back into the right lane.”— John Green, Miles 'Pudge' Halter, amazon.com
“She didn't leave me enough to discover her, but she left me enough to rediscover the Great Perhaps.”— John Green, Miles 'Pudge' Halter, amazon.com
“In the beginning, she had haunted me, haunted my dreams, but even now, just weeks later, she was slipping away, falling apart in my memory and everyone else's, dying again.”— John Green, Miles 'Pudge' Halter, amazon.com
“I’ll know that our chapters lived on separate pages for a while but the ink was always pressed together, was always permanent, that in the end we'd come back together.”— Rose Goodman, thoughtcatalog.com
“Today I will not count the days till I see you next, I will not imagine the ways I could get to you, I will not curse the miles and hours between us. I will not curse myself for making this decision, for choosing my dreams, for knowing we'll be okay. Today I will trust our love, I will trust that wh…”— Rose Goodman, thoughtcatalog.com
“Today I will not let my body feel heavy, incomplete, empty, as if it's missing a vital part. Today I promise I'll try to live without you, today I will not fight the urge to run to you.”— Rose Goodman, thoughtcatalog.com
“He'll stare at the house for a long time, not remembering / the aftertaste of ice-cube tray popsicles, / searching for something he can call his. He'll have to drive away, like he always does-- / because your'e gone, and you've been gone, / and anyway, he was wrong about the color of your eyes.”— Kara Searcy, google.com