And then I did laugh, even though the future was a dangerous place, because I loved her, and she loved me, and the world was beautiful.
I belong to you. Only you… I’ll always be yours. No matter what. Body and soul. Heart and mind. All of me will belong to you forever.
She was more than human to me. She was a Fairy, a Sylph, I don’t know what she was – anything that no one ever saw, and everything that everybody ever wanted. I was swallowed up in an abyss of love in an instant.
You feel complete in my arms. You feel like my home.
She is a mortal danger to all men. She is beautiful without knowing it, and possesses charms that she’s not even aware of. She is like a trap set by nature – a sweet perfumed rose in whose petals Cupid lurks in ambush! Anyone who has seen her smile has known perfection. She instills grace in every common thing and divinity in every careless gesture. Venus in her shell was never so lovely, and Diana in the forest never so graceful as my Lady when she strides through Paris!
He sweeps her hair back from her ears; he swings her above his head. He says she is his émerveillement. He says he will never leave her, not in a million years.
He stepped down, trying not to look long at her, as if she were the sun, yet he saw her, like the sun, even without looking.
I love fake people provided they are mannequins.
What's the whole point of being pretty on the outside when you’re so ugly on the inside?
Enemy: A friend whose mask has fallen.
Almost universally, the kind of performance we give on social media is positive. It’s more ‘Let me tell you how well things are going. Look how great I am.’ It’s rarely the truth: ‘I’m scared. I’m struggling. I don’t know.’
I prefer to surround myself with people who reveal their imperfection, rather than people who fake their perfection.