Almost Heaven

 "I've hurt you terribly my love, and I'll hunt you again during the next fifty years. And you are going to hurt me, Ian-never I hope as much as you are hurting me now. But if that's the way it has to be, then I'll endure it, because the only alternative is to live without you, and that is no life at all. And the difference is that I know it, and you don't... not yet..."

 "If you would take one step forward, darling, you could cry in my arms. And while you do, I'll tell you how sorry I am for everything I've done -" Unable to wait, Ian caught her, pulling her tightly against him. "And when I'm finished," he whispered hoarsely as she wrapped her arms around him and wept brokenly, "you can help me find a way to forgive myself."
Tortured by her tears, he clasped her tighter and rubbed his jaw against her temple, his voice a ravaged whisper: "I'm sorry," he told her. He cupped her face between his palms, tipping it up and gazing into her eyes, his thumbs moving over her wet cheeks. "I'm sorry." Slowly, he bent his head, covering her mouth with his. "I'm so damned sorry."

 With his current mood, Elizabeth realized, she was going to have to make her own opening. Lifting her eyes to his enigmatic golden ones, she said quietly, "Ian, have you ever wanted something very badly-something that was within your grasp-and yet you were afraid to reach out for it?"
Surprised by her grave question and her use of his name, Ian tried to ignore the jealousy that had been eating at him all night. "No," he said, scrupulously keeping the curtness from his voice as he gazed down at her alluring face. "Why do you ask? Is there something you want?"
Her gaze fell from his, and she nodded at his frilled white shirtfront.
"What is it you want?
"You."

 "Listen carefully to me, darling, because I'm giving you fair warning that I won't let you do this to us. You gave me your love, and I will not let you take it away. The harder you try, the harder I'll fight you. I'll haunt your dreams at night, exactly the way you have haunted mine every night I was away from you. You'll lie awake in bed at night, wanting me, and you'll know I'm lying awake wanting you. And when you can't stand it anymore you'll come back to me and I'll be there waiting for you. I'll cry in your arms, and I'll tell you I'm sorry for everything I have done and you'll help me find a way to forgive myself."

Bitter Virgin

When I am really scared I can’t say a word. And so I give an inaudible scream.

But miracles are things that can disappear instantly.

Tell him I said to become a good man. Cry a lot. Worry a lot. Become a man worthy enough to make me envious. Yes, even if your love is one that is not returned.

The O.C.

The sooner you realize things will never be the same again, the sooner you can move on.

There is nothing scarier than getting someting you want because then, you have something to lose.

She can't fall if you aren't there to catch her.

But I guess life's not really like that... You can't get caught up in wishing for something that's not gonna happen. You have to hold on to the next best thing.

I can’t change where I am from, but I can change where I am going.

Material Queen

I know, you guys must hate a person like me. But I don't care. Because what kind of life you want, is your own choice. Just like every woman would have to decide: Love or Bread. When you can only choose from the two of them, I only want to choose a better life. The reason is really simple. a life without love, is only living ordinarily. But a life without bread is one can't live on.

In this world, nothing can be perfect. That's a miracle, which I don't believe in. 

Because I love you is the cheapest gift on earth. No ID Card can prove it. No warranty. You can't preserve it. It can only decline in value. Love is just a scent. It will eventually be wiped out. But a jewel can last forever. 

Vital Signs

     We walk the paths we choose.
     He says not to list the patients we save but the ones we don't kill.

Water Bound

 Here's to many more firsts and many more great memories.
 For the first time in his existence, he knew he was drowning and he wasn't thinking about survival.
 He felt safe with her. He'd never been safe with another human being, not since he'd been taken as a child from his home. He'd never been able to trust. He could never give that last small piece - all that was left of his humanity - into someone else's keeping. And now there was Rikki. She let him be whatever he had to be to survive. She didn't ask anything of him. There was no hidden motive. No agenda. Just acceptance. She was different - imperfect, or so she thought - and she knew what it was like to fight to carve out a space for herself. She was willing for him to do that.
 I know what it's like to battle everyday  of my life, just for acceptance, just to survive. And may be that was love. Being so vulnerable and allowing someone else in so far they could hurt you, but they also give you everything.
 If you allowed yourself to hear or feel amusement, you would hear and feel pain.

Flipped

The silence connected us in a way words never could.