Marisa Crane

I’m slipping. I’m made of departed dreams and a stubborn fog that feels nothing like a veil.

We’re so infatuated with studying labels that we forget to read between the lines of one another.

The love we shared is a paper town on a map we drew ourselves, drunk and fucked and needing to be more than we were.

My favorite nightcap, after all this time, is still the cocktail of you.

Standing on the doorstep of desire, I hold this bouquet like a gun and these vows like a petition for the death penalty.

Don’t ever let anyone keep your heart on a shelf just to take it down whenever it is convenient for them to feel.

I’m fading away, you know I used to be on fire.

The more we love our friends, the less we flatter them; it is by excusing nothing that pure love shows itself.

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.

When I told you I wasn’t in love, I lied.

Loving can cost a lot but not loving always costs more, and those who fear to love often find that want of love is an emptiness that robs the joy from life.

To love another person is to see the face of God.

All we do is drive. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.

It is better to have loved and lost than never to have lost at all.

Love creates an ‘us’ without destroying a ‘me’.

What’s my hand without your heart to hold?

The perfect love affair is one which is conducted entirely by post.

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

Baby I’m a fool who thinks it’s cool to fall in love!

Love is the wisdom of the fool and the folly of the wise.

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.