Every word you’ve ever said, is written somewhere in my mind.
Come, gentle night; come, loving, black-browed night;
Give me my Romeo; and, when I shall die,
Take him and cut him out in little stars,
And he will make the face of heaven so fine
That all the world will be in love with night…
I knew he noticed the tress, and the mud, and the children in the street, but I had no reason to believe he’d ever notice me.
Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you’ll be set free forever.
Snape’s patronus was a doe,’ said Harry, ‘the same as my mother’s because he loved her for nearly all of his life, from when they were children.
Then she smiled and told me I was cute, and that I should be careful, and I asked her why, then she said that she might fall for me, but I know she was joking, because who would want to fall for me? I’m a mess.
Love makes the world go round, but sometimes you spin so much you end up dizzy.
My love affair with (him) had a wonderful element of romance to it, which I will always cherish. But it was not an infatuation, and here’s how I can tell: because I did not demand that he become my Great Emancipator or my Source of All Life, nor did I immediately vanish into that man’s chest cavity like a twisted, unrecognizable, parasitical homonculus. During our long period of courtship, I remained intact within my own personality, and I allowed myself to meet (him) for who he was.
there was a time before you
but I can’t remember it now
a time before your beauty and I
were formally introduced
I’m sure I lived without you
but I don’t remember how
can’t imagine living without
these feelings you’ve produced
just one glance
and my life was redrawn
just one word
and my vocabulary changed
I asked the time
and you said ‘what’s the hurry?’
you asked my name
and I almost forgot