Marisa Crane

Hurricanes are named after people, baby, and I hope you know that falling in love with me will be so much more treacherous than boarding up the windows and waiting for me to pass.

You can tell a lot about a person by listening to the way they talk about someone they once loved.

I dressed the part and slipped into my Sunday best. I peeled open the heavy doors to every church I could find.

And all the while I thought I was drowning, I was actually the one holding my head under the water.

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

If only I had known then the speed with which she could die, maybe I wouldn’t have become the hemlock.

And somewhere in my time with you, the crickets emerged as birds and the blackened hills found their hue. My eyes fell on you; I didn’t watch the sun move, but I felt the world turn all night.

O ’tis love, ’tis love, ’tis love that makes the world go round!

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

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

When love awakens in your life, in the night of your heart, it is like the dawn breaking within you. Where before there was anonymity, now there is intimacy; where before there was fear, now there is courage; where before in your life there was awkwardness, now there is a rhythm of grace and gracefulness; where before you used to be jagged, now you are elegant and in rhythm with your self. When love awakens in your life, it is like a rebirth, a new beginning.

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

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.

You’ll never get away from the sound of the woman that loves you.

I stopped believing in love at first sight. I think you go through that wonderful love stage, but when it gets hard, you need a little bit more.

Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved’s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?

When you fall in love, you wanna share it with people but you know there are some things that you need to keep to yourself, ’cause privacy makes things last longer, I feel.

I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be.

Doctoring her seemed to her as absurd as putting together the pieces of a broken vase. Her heart was broken. Why would they try to cure her with pills and powders?

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learned here.