Where There Is Love, There Is Bound To Be Heartache.

“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”

— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.

And this love is about to carry me off somewhere. The current’s too overpowering; I don’t have any choice. It may very well be a special place, some place I’ve never seen before. Danger may be lurking there, something that may end up wounding me deeply, fatally. I might end up losing everything. But there’s no turning back. I can only go with the flow. Even if it means I’ll be burned up, gone forever.

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

گئے موسم میں جو کِھلتے تھے گلابوں کی طرح

دل پہ اُتریں گے وہی خواب عذابوں کی طرح

Like roses that bloomed last season

The same dreams will descend on the heart like torments

_Parveen Shakir // پروین شاکر

“She made you decent, and in return you made her so happy”

—One Day

She wished to stop all that she has to endure

Just want to Live, Laugh, Love. Why is it so hard?!

Your scent is like a drug to me like my own personal brand of heroin.

—Stephenie Meyer, Twilight (The Twilight Saga, #1)

“Kiss me, my beloved, peel my heart down to the core,

Your lips are as sweet as cherry wine, pour me some more.”

“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”

I hate you because I love you.