“Love is words that cannot be writtenFeelings that cannot be explainedLove is that moment when you cannot speakbecause so much wants to be saidLove is when you cannot imagine your life any differentlyLove is friendship that cannot be brokenLove is two souls wrapped in oneLove hurts so wonderfully you cannot let go”

“Dearest darling, how I love you. Words cannot tell how much I love you. So forget it.”

“You cannot mistake thisYou cannot reinvent this moment You cannot call this loveIt is so much more”

“When two hearts become one,It cannot be undone.A promise has been madeAnd cannot be broken or swayed.For this love will last an eternity and will not fade.”

“You cannot borrow half of who you are from someone else, yet people try to do it all of the time, they just call it a relationship!”

“But surely everyone can also testify to another, less reckonable kind of homesickness, one having to do with unsettlements that cannot be located in spaces of geography or history; and accordingly it's my belief that the communal, contractual phenomenon of New York cricket is underwritten, there where the print is finest, by the same agglomeration of unspeakable individual longings that underwrites cricket played anywhere--longings concerned with horizons and potentials sighted or hallucinated and in any event lost long ago, tantalisms that touch on the undoing of losses too private and reprehensible to be acknowledged to oneself, let alone to others. I cannot be the first to wonder if what we see, when we see men in white take to a cricket field, is men imagining an environment of justice.”

“Because you are designed to want something that will hurt you. And you cannot help it...cannot stop wanting it. It is in your design. And when you finally find it, this thing will burn you up. This thing will destroy you.”