Marisa Crane

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.

I’m just a broken person looking for other broken people who may have gotten shards of me stuck in their feet and aren’t too concerned about pulling them out.

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

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

The moonlight melts into lace across your thighs. Unbridled passion, an Elliott Smith vinyl, and the intimate place of you.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

Real love is freedom, and this is what you’ve been given by the Creator – the freedom to love and to choose your own path.

It’s hard to love a woman and do anything.

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

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

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

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.

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Drownin’ in the sea of love where everyone would love to drown.

You don’t need to justify your love, you don’t need to explain your love, you just need to practice your love. Practice creates the master.

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

I have simply found a way of loving through whatever absences or dejections have fallen like tree branches in my path.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Between whom there is hearty truth, there is love.