Marisa Crane

It occurred to me that love, simply stated, is replacing the need to always be right with the need to be understanding.

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

Blood banks are all closed; you can’t use others to keep you warm.

We’re so infatuated with studying labels that we forget to read between the lines of one another.

Are you using your pain as an excuse or as a source of strength?

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

I knew from that first moment we met. It was not love at first sight exactly, but – familiarity. Like oh, hello, it’s you. It’s going to be you. Game over.

The opposite of love isn’t hate. It isn’t even indifference. It’s fear.

Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

It’s amazing what passes for love these days – crows parading as blue jays.

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

Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them-we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.

There is no remedy for love than to love more.

Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

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.

When you love someone, you love the person as they are, and not as you’d like them to be.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

To be fully seen by somebody, then and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

I miss the thought of a forever, you and me. But all you’re missing is my body.