I am I, and I wish I weren’t // Aldous Huxley.
Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts // Charles Dickens.
I think I’m a little bit in love with you // Lykke Li.
You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you // Jane Austen.
I suspect the truth is that we are waiting, all of us, against insurmountable odds, for something extraordinary to happen to us // Khaled Hosseini.
A love like that was a serious illness. An illness from which you never entirely recover // Charles Bukowski.
Some may never live but the crazy never die // Hunter S. Thompson.
There are things I’d miss, but if I didn’t have you, I’d miss more // David Levithan.
You shouldn’t go through life with a catcher’s mitt on both hands. You need to be able to throw something back // Mary Angelou.
I exist in two places: here and where you are // Margaret Atwood.
If I’ve got to suffer, it may as well be at your hands, your pretty hands // Jean-Paul Sartre.
In a sense, I am the one who ruined me: I did it myself // Haruki Murakami.
The world is a beautiful place and I am no longer afraid to die // TWIABP.
The hours between 12am and 6am // Beau Taplin.
I love you, with a touch of tragedy, and quite madly // Simone de Beauvoir.