Lauren DeStefano Quotes

The sea rises, the light fails, lovers cling to each other and children cling to us. The moment we cease to hold each other, the moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out.

I think I'm learning how to release every day. Recognizing that everything you encounter, touch, or love can become part of you, and in essence never disappears, as long as you can recall it to memory or heart. It's all so connected that we lose everything, but also, we never lose anything.

Your skin upon my skin, in the beating of our hearts, may the living let us in, before the dead tear us apart.

Maybe it is desperation. Maybe we can't let things fall apart without trying. We can't let go of the people we love.

Human love is often but the encounter of two weaknesses.

Our life is made by the death of others.

It drives me nuts how I rely on my wife for everything. I can't imagine a day without her!

Love is a positive, symbiotic, reciprocal flow between two or more entities.

On this thin, scarcely real and yet so perceptible sensation the whole world hung as on a faintly trembling axis, and this in turn rested on the two people in the room.

I have an interesting perspective on depending on others. I think it gives people a chance to serve. And I'm not so much big on independence, as I am on interdependence. I'm not talking about co-dependency, I'm talking about giving people the opportunity to practicing love with its sleeves rolled up.

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

There is no such thing as the State And no one exists alone; Hunger allows no choice To the citizen or the police We must love one another or die.

Partners fall in and out of love, but they still need each other.

Love is needing someone. Love is putting up with someone's bad qualities because they somehow complete you.

I love the fall. I love it because of the smells that you speak of; and also because things are dying, things that you don't have to take care of anymore, and the grass stops growing.

Love that well which thou must leave ere long.

What is it like to be connected to someone you can never get away from, for better or worse? I love trying to answer that question.

So the little prince tamed the fox. And when the hour of his departure drew near-- Ah," said the fox, "I shall cry." It is your own fault," said the little prince. "I never wished you any sort of harm; but you wanted me to tame you . . ." Yes, that is so," said the fox. But now you are going to cry!" said the little prince. Yes, that is so," said the fox. Then it has done you no good at all!" It has done me good," said the fox, "because of the color of the wheat fields.

Suddenly it was fall, the season of death, the anniversary of things-going-to-hell.

Nothing you love is lost. Not really. Things, people—they always go away, sooner or later. You can’t hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they’ve touched you, if they’re inside you, then they’re still yours. The only things you ever really have are the ones you hold inside your heart.

Nothing we do, however virtuous, can be accomplished alone; therefore, we are saved by love. No virtuous act is quite as virtuous from the standpoint of our friend or foe as it is from our own standpoint. Therefore we must be saved by the final form of love, which is forgiveness.

Voluntary dependence is the wonderful form of existence, and how could that be possible without love?

Lucas," I repeated. "I know you can hear me. The guy I love is still in there. Come back to me." Once again longed for the release of tears. "Death couldn't keep me from you. And it can't keep you from me, not if you don't let it.

The world may think it idiotic, Nor care at all we're symbiotic, But I will say at once and twice: I find it nice. I find it nice.