Our restlessness in this world seems to indicate that we are intended for a better. We have all of us a longing after happiness; and surely the Creator will gratify all the natural desires he has implanted in us.

Desiring another person is perhaps the most risky endeavor of all. As soon as you want somebody—really want him—it is as though you have taken a surgical needle and sutured your happiness to the skin of that person, so that any separation will now cause a lacerating injury.

Maybe our bodies
are just hearts
with legs
and that’s why we’re so quick
to run.

It must be so - Plato, thou reason'st well! -/ Else whence this pleasing hope, this fond desire, / This longing after immortality?

The very people you trusted most could become like strangers in their longing...

She'd been in love with the man, and love is a scary thing. If not reciprocated, it can turn a person into a monster.