She wants to know if I love her, that’s all anyone wants from anyone else, not love itself but the knowledge that love is there, like new batteries in the flashlight in the emergency kit in the hall closet.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close
I am not going to lie down and weep away a life of care.
I can write the saddest poem of all tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.
The quieter you become, the more you can hear.