Words worth keeping

Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.

When we're incomplete, we're always searching for somebody to complete us. When, after a few years or a few months of a relationship, we find that we're still unfulfilled, we blame our partners and take up with somebody more promising. This can go on and on--series polygamy--until we admit that while a partner can add sweet dimensions to our lives, we, each of us, are responsible for our own fulfillment. Nobody else can provide it for us, and to believe otherwise is to delude ourselves dangerously and to program for eventual failure every relationship we enter.

The Very first moment I beheld him, my heart was irrevocably gone.

To be fully seen by somebody, then, and be loved anyhow - this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

Sometimes I wonder if there's something wrong with me. Perhaps I've spent too long in the company of my literary romantic heroes, and consequently my ideals and expectations are far too high.

You’re dangerous,� he says.“Why?�“Because you make me believe in the impossible

Maybe our girlfriends are our soulmates and guys are just people to have fun with.

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.

I wonder how many people don't get the one they want, but end up with the one they're supposed to be with.

My soul will find yours.

Peeta, how come I never know when you're having a nightmare?� I say.“I don't know. I don't think I cry out or thrash around or anything. I just come to, paralyzed with terror,� he says.“You should wake me,� I say, thinking about how I can interrupt his sleep two or three times on a bad night. About how long it can take to calm me down.“It's not necessary. My nightmares are usually about losing you,� he says. “I'm okay once I realize you're here.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Come sleep with me: We won't make Love, Love will make us.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.

It's no good pretending that any relationship has a future if your record collections disagree violently or if your favorite films wouldn't even speak to each other if they met at a party.