The word i love you is not enough

Love is never strong enough to find the words befitting it. Thus he and his mother would always love eachother silently. — Albert Camus

It’s one of those things that if I was smart enough to explain it in words, I wouldn’t have had to make a movie [ «World Of Tomorrow» ] out of it. It’s a love letter to science fiction. — Don Hertzfeldt

I’m looking for a writer who doesn’t know where the sentence is leading her; a writer who starts with her obsessions and whose heart is bursting with love, a writer sly enough to give the slip to her secret police, the ones who know her so well, the ones with the power to accuse and condemn in the blink of an eye. It’s all right that she doesn’t know what she’s thinking until she writes it, as if the words already exist somewhere and draw her to them. She may not know how she got there, but she knows when she’s arrived. — Sy Safransky

No one feels like you do, so every brush of your skin is a cruel reminder of what I’ve lost. I can barely stand the sight of you because you’re more beautiful than I’ve allowed myself to remember, and when I cut that wire off Maximus and smelled you all over him, I wanted to kill him more than I’ve wanted to kill anyone in my life, yet I couldn’t because of my promise to you.»
Slow tears continued to trickle down my cheeks, but for a different reason this time.
«You care.»
The words were whispered with a despairing sort of wonder. He wasn’t willing to rescind his loveless vow, clearly, but I was wrong about the apathy I’d thought he felt. That he admitted all the above was surprising enough; the fact he’d done it within earshot of his pilots was no less than shocking.
Vlad grunted. «Don’t worry. I intend to kill them as soon as we land. — Jeaniene Frost

Our Narcissistic Mother told us a Big Lie. She told it subliminally if not in actual words. And The Big Lie was this: If we tried hard enough we could win her approval and her love. If we were good enough, or wise enough, or beautiful enough, or that-magical-unspecified-ingredient enough. In other words, if we achieved perfection, she would love us. — Danu Morrigan

Inspiration do not come and cannot be found, it has to exist — somewhere, somehow. Do believe that what you are doing is the most important thing in this world, and do believe that your words can be magical. Because I know they can be and I know they are. If you feel that you are lost in your own mind, don’t think, just write. Sometimes we have to erase our thoughts and memories to gain enough strength to be able to write down our inner thoughts. If you don’t know what it is, if you think it’s ridiculous or silly, you’re definitely on the right way. Sometimes you will hate your words and sometimes you will love them. This is the fun part of greatness in which the other part definitely will be your devil. Remember; with greatness comes obstacles. — Liv-Christine Hoem

You know, I’ve always thought that we don’t have enough words for love. Or maybe it’s that we don’t use the words we have. For instance, infatuation. No one ever says, ‘I’m so infatuated.’ Which, if you think about it is the first stage of a relationship. Infatuation. — Marshall Thornton

Everybody says «» I Love You «» Is the best
sentence in whole world …
But …
I believe that …
«»I Love you too»»
is the Best …
Because Many Gets To hear the first one But
only few gets to hear the second one.
Awesome Words By A LOVER … !!!
«My One Hand Is Enough To
Fight Against The World
If You Hold The Other One
When A Couple Fights Too
Much
But
Never Ended Up With Breaking
Up,
Then They Are Really In
Love..!! — Abdul’Rauf Hashmi

There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself. — John Gregory Brown

In short, the community on Facebook is the lazy kind. Whereas true community requires hard work («love one another earnestly,» writes Peter), social media provide us a kind of community that requires little of us. ‘In other words,’ writes Malcolm Gladwell, ‘Facebook activism succeeds not by motivating people to make a real sacrifice but by motivating them to do the things that people do when they are not motivated enough to make a real sacrifice. — Kyle Tennant

While we are all in the process of becoming as ever-changing, ever-evolving beings … it’s essential to remember that we are also enough, just as we are, right now, in this moment. When we are able to accept ourselves as we are, we are better able to accept others, as they are. Personal growth thrives in an environment of love, acceptance and forgiveness. — Jaeda DeWalt

I shook my head, sweeping my lips across hers. Not good enough. «I need to hear you say it. I need to know you’re mine.»
«I’ve been yours since the second we
met,» she said, begging. I stared into her eyes for a few seconds, and then felt my mouth turn up into a half smile, hoping her words were true and not just spoken in the moment. I leaned down and kissed her tenderly, and then she slowly pulled me into her. My entire body felt like it was melting inside of her.
«Say it again.» Part of me couldn’t believe it was all really happening.
«I’m yours.» She breathed. «I don’t ever want to be apart from you again.»
«Promise me,» I said, groaning with another thrust.
«I love you. I’ll love you forever.» She looked straight into my eyes when she spoke, and it finally clicked that her words weren’t just an empty promise. — Jamie McGuire

A lot of people are fans of John 3:16, but they’re not such fans of the verse that comes 20 verses later: «Whoever believes in the Son has eternal life; whoever does not obey the Son shall not see life, but the wrath of God remains on him» (John 3:36). It’s not merely enough that you know that Jesus Christ died for your sins. You must follow him. Remember, John 3:16 also says «whoever believes in him» will have eternal life. Believing in Christ means more than simply acknowledging that he is the Son of God. Even the demons do that (Mark 5:7). Believing in Jesus also means that you believe the words that he said and you obey them. Jesus said, «If you keep my commandments, you abide in my love, just as I have obeyed my Father’s commands and abide in his love» (John 15:10). — Gabriel Hughes

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each? —
I dropt it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirits so far off
From myself
me
that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief, —
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief. — Elizabeth Barrett Browning

But what it all boils down to is three words that don’t mean nearly enough … I love you. — S.C. Stephens

But sleep didn’t come. She could hear Jace’s soft piano playing through the walls, but that wasn’t what was keeping her awake. She was thinking of Simon, leaving for a house that no longer felt like home to him, of the despair in Jace’s voice as he said ‘I want to hate you’, and of Magnus, not telling Jace the truth: that Alec did not want Jace to know about his relationship because he was still in love with him. She thought of the satisfaction it would have brought Magnus to say the words out loud, to acknowledge what the truth was, and the fact that he hadn’t said them — had let Alec go on lying and pretending — because that was what Alec wanted, and Magnus cared about Alec enough to give him that. Maybe it was true what the Seelie Queen had said, after all: Love made you a liar. — Cassandra Clare

All my desires are born of my dreams. And I have proven my love with words. To what fantastic creatures have I entrusted myself, in what dolorous and ravishing world has my imagination enclosed me? I am sure of having been loved in the most mysterious of domains, my own. The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love. My amorous imagination has always been constant and high enough so that nothing could attempt to convince me of error. — Paul Eluard

He kissed her soundly, stealing her breath, before saying, «Tell me what you want, my lovely.»
«I-» She stopped, too many words coming at once. ‘I want you to touch me. I want you to love me. I want you to show me the life that I have been missing.’ She shook her head, uncertain.
He smiled, pressing firmly with his hand against her, watching the wave of pleasure course through her. «Incredible,» he whispered against the side of her neck. «So responsive. Go on…»
«I want-» She sighed as he set his lips to the hardened peak of one breast again. «I want… I want you,» she said, and, in that moment, the words, so utterly simple in the face of the roiling emotions that coursed through her, seemed enough.
He moved his fingers firmly, deftly against her, and she gasped. «Do you want me here, Empress?»
She closed her eyes in embarrassment, biting her lower lip.
«Are you aching for me here?»
She nodded. «Yes.»
«Poor, sweet love. — Sarah MacLean

Sam,» she said.
«I’m trying!»
«Sam,» she repeated.
«No,» he spat, hearing her tone. «No!»
He began screaming for help then. Celaena pressed her face to one of the holes in the grate. Help wasn’t going to come-not fast enough.
«Please,» Sam begged as he beat and yanked on the grate, he tried to wedge another dagger under the lid. «Please don’t.»
She knew he wasn’t speaking to her.
The water hit her neck.
«Please,» Sam moaned, his fingers now touching hers. She’d have one last breath. Her last words.
«Take my body home to Terrasen, Sam,» she whispered. And with a gasping breath, she went under. — Sarah J. Maas

Love is one of those topics that plenty of people try to write about but not enough try to do. — Criss Jami

I can hear them on the floor below. They will find me in miuntes, or seconds. I scrawl the words on a dirty shred of newsprint. They are nearly illegible, but if he finds them, he will understand:
‘Not fast enough. Love you love Jamie. Don’t go home’
Not only do I break their hearts, I steal their refuge, too. I picture our little canyon abandoned, as it must be forever now. Or if not abandoned, a tomb. — Stephenie Meyer

I do not mean to say that I viewed those desires of mine that deviated from accepted standards as normal and orthodox; nor do I mean that I labored under the mistaken impression that my friends possessed the same desires. Surprisingly enough, I was so engrossed in tales of romance that I devoted all my elegant dreams to thoughts of love between man and maid, and to marriage, exactly as though I were a young girl who knew nothing of the world. I tossed my love for Omi onto the rubbish heap of neglected riddles, never once searching deeply for its meaning. Now when I write the word love, when I write affection, my meaning is totally different from my understanding of the words at that time. I never even dreamed that such desires as I had felt toward Omi might have a significant connection with the realities of my life. — Yukio Mishima

Someday, I will be brave enough to say these things to you in person. For now, I remain in happy, quiet contemplation over you and can say tonight that I just might love you. Or could someday. — Erin McCahan

Oh, Lily,» He says shaking his head. «I know about love. About wanting and dreaming and wishing with every part of your soul. I know enough to reconize the parts that are real and teh parts that are only in my fantasy.» Ge turns his head slightly to face me,
and I find myself saying,»L-like what?»
«Like when she cries and my heart tears in to little shreds, and all I can think of is making her forget the source of her sadness.» His face is blank, emotionless. his words -and the underlying emotion bombarding me through the bond- more than make up for it. «That’s real.»
my voice is barely a whisper when I ask, «And fantasy?»
«Believing she’ll ever feel the same way. — Tera Lynn Childs

Sometimes, you just have to reassure the ones you love in precise language that you’ll always be there. Sometimes words are enough. — Cassia Leo

Love you. That should have been simple enough to say. But the words stuck hard in my throat. I’d never said them to anyone I didn’t lose, — Jim Butcher

Not everything needs to be said, some things are just understood. Sometimes one’s eyes are enough to express hidden emotions. When two people are truly, madly and deeply in love each other, nature will conspire to bring them together. — Jagdish Joghee

I love you. I wish there were different words that I could say, but no one’s been clever enough to invent any yet. So it’s all I’ve got. But it’s everything. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Please come home soon. — J. Sterling

There is no need of words. Our lives will do,
Long long enough to learn all of our love,
While time, the river, flows gently below,
Having no false eternities to prove.
The night is full of unspent tenderness
And in its silences we rest apart.
There is no need of words with which to bless
The daily bread, the wine of the full heart.
Here are the peaceful days we cannot share.
Here is our peace at last, and we not there. — May Sarton

Please, help me. Young werewolves in love. I turned to walk into the house, moving carefully.
I had never much believed in God. Well, that’s not quite true. I believed that there was a God, or something close enough to it to warrant the name if there were demons, there had to be angels, right? If there was a Devil, somewhere, there had to be a God. But He & I had never really seen things in quite the same terms.
All the same. I flashed a look up at the ceiling. I didn’t say or think any words, but if God was listening, I hoped he got the message nonetheless. I didn’t want of these children getting themselves killed. — Jim Butcher

The warrior knows that the most important words in all languages are the small words. Yes. Love. God. They are words that are easy enough to say and which fill vast empty spaces. — Paulo Coelho

There are so many moments in our life which we cannot describe with mere words. There are not enough adjectives to justify the emotions behind such moments. Those moments are your life- they define who you truly are — Viraj J. Mahajan

This was what she couldn’t get enough of, not if she lived forever: Harry on her skin, Harry’s grateful kisses on her neck, Harry and Olive, teeming and sated, brimming over with each other, as if this house and this world had been built by God’s hands for their love alone. — Beatriz Williams

I could not get my fill of looking.
There should be a song for women to sing at this moment or a prayer to recite. But perhaps there is none because there are no words strong enough to name that moment. — Anita Diamant

Miss Taylor says kids that are colored can’t go to my school cause they’re not smart enough.» I come round the counter then. Lift her chin up and smooth back her funny-looking hair. «You think I’m dumb?» «No,» she whispers hard, like she means it so much. She look sorry she said it. «What that tell you about Miss Taylor, then?» She blink, like she listening good. «Means Miss Taylor ain’t right all the time,» I say. She hug me around my neck, say, «You’re righter than Miss Taylor.» I tear up then. My cup is spilling over. Those is new words to me. — Kathyrn Stockett

Love is a verb, not a noun. It is active. Love is not just feelings of passion and romance. It is behavior. If a man lies to you, he is behaving badly and unlovingly toward you. He is disrespecting you and your relationship. The words «I love you» are not enough to make up for that. Don’t kid yourself that they are. — Susan Forward

A thing about poetry is, It takes cuts and pain to bleed words. The deeper the wound is, the more you bleed. And eventually, you will start falling in love with it. But the saddest part is, sometimes there comes a moment when you start to feel that all those wounds on your soul are not enough. And you start cutting yourself deeper, forgetting when to stop. — Akshay Vasu

Those three words, are said too much, and not enough — Snow Patrol

Love me, Kat.
The words repeated in his brain like a song he was unable to find the end of.
I’ve loved ye since I dipped your braid in that wax. Dinna fret about making a child. Let me be enough for ye. Ye’re enough for me. — Mia Marlowe

A Japanese woman friend whose infant son died seven days into his life — no detectable reason — just the small breathing becoming nothing until it disappeared, told me that in Japan, there is a two-term word — «mizugo» — which translates loosely to «water children.» Children who did not live long enough to enter the world as we live in it. In Japan, there are rituals for mothers and families, practices and prayers for the water children. There are shrines where a person can visit and deliver words and love and offerings to the water children. — Lidia Yuknavitch

Time is your most precious gift because you only have a set amount of it. You can make more money, but you can’t make more time. When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.
It is not enough to just say relationships are important; we must prove it by investing time in them. Words alone are worthless. «My children, our love should not be just words and talk; it must be true love, which shows itself in action.» Relationships take time and effort, and the best way to spell love is «T-I-M-E. — Rick Warren

He stroked her pale cheek with his thumb, willing her to open those dark gypsy eyes he loved so much. He needed her impish gaze, her light laughter and intoxicating touch. He needed everything about her. She’d made him feel more alive than when he was human. Needing her kiss as much as he needed blood to survive, he pressed his lips to hers. «I beg of you, wake. Please, my precious Angel,» he prayed as he held her in his arms. «Wake so I can tell you how sorry I am, and how much I love you. God, I love you.» He couldn’t say the words enough. «I love you. I love you.» He repeated the litany over and over again until exhaustion overcame him and he fell asleep, still clinging to her with a vow never to let her go again. — Brooklyn Ann

In other words, the very law that was meant to bring life stirs up a desire for sin and kills us. Again, that doesn’t mean that we don’t teach our children God’s law. We are commanded to do so but not to make them good. We are commanded to give them the law so that they will be crushed by it and see their need for a Savior. The law won’t make them good. It will make them despair of ever being good enough, and in that way it will make them open to the love, sacrifice, and welcome of their Savior, Jesus Christ. — Elyse M. Fitzpatrick

I just like to express myself in the world around me. And I love writing, but sometimes it feels a little too minute. Sometimes, at the end of the day, there’s just not enough colors involved — visually, there are just words on a page. — Andrea Gabriel

Batshit Kind of Love
The type of love that can’t be described with words …
The type of love that can’t be measured by time …
The type of love that inspires haters to hate …
The type of love that makes no sense to those around you …
The type of love that exists in the beautiful eyes in which you can see all of your tomorrows … all of your children and grandchildren …
The type of love that makes you feel like forever will not be long enough …
The type of love that is born out of a relationship that is built on honor, respect, and truth …
That is our love … That is our connection …
The batshit kind of love that makes no sense at all …
and at the same time … all the sense in the world …
That is us …
You and me; a WE. — Steve Maraboli

I don’t just love you. It’s like the word I want to use hasn’t been invented yet. Maybe it’s because no one’s ever felt this type of love before. Maybe I’m the first to feel it. I don’t know. I can’t explain it. But those words
I love you
they just don’t seem like enough. Not anymore. — Jay McLean

Miles just smiled and felt her love flow around his own. Yet inside his love was a rock, and it had the words «payback is sweet» written in large letters on it. He laughed and she looked up at him and saw the hard glint in his eyes. «Uh oh!» was all she said. He laughed again deep in his chest. She kissed him happily. She sucked at his throat. She, as much as he, would enjoy the struggle that would follow.
Part of the joy of their love was this constant battle to top the other. Kate was excellent at beginning these battles and sometimes even won them. Yet her weakness was that she submitted naturally. She knew it and he knew it. From her point of view the skill of the game was in keeping his Dom side distracted enough so she could submit to him before he took her. Miles smiled as he realised that whoever won was largely irrelevant to their love. Yet he liked to win; and so did she. (Journey Into Submission, eXtasy) — Khul Waters

Like I’m flying.» I smile and tilt my face closer to hers. Close enough that I can feel her breath on my face. «like I’m flying through the night sky because I have no idea what the hell I’m doing, but I can’t get enough of you. — Jolene Perry

It’s my earliest memory: arranging my brother’s marbles into words. It is summer, and I am beneath the oak that stands in the back corner of the work yard. Thomas, ten, whom I love above all the others, has taught me nine words: SARAH, GIRL, BOY, GO, STOP, JUMP, RUN, UP, DOWN. He has written them on a parchment and given me a pouch of forty-eight glass marbles with which to spell them out, enough to shape two words at a time. — Sue Monk Kidd

It’s a two-way street,» Emma murmured, her words soft, but fierce at once. «Sometimes you have to take what you need and hope the other person can handle the invasion.»
«Invasion?»
«That’s what love is, isn’t it? Families, friends, lovers. It’s an invasion of each other’s space, minds, hearts. Someone’s always jockeying for control. For it to truly work, there has to be equality. Each side has to be strong enough to handle it.»
Invasion. An oddly perfect way to describe it. «Yet again, I ask, who are you, Emma Strickland? — Kate Meader

I crouched to look at the almond bark on the bottom shelf in the counter. I wasn’t quite bold enough to look at either of them when I admitted, «Well, it was love at first sight.»
The girl sighed. «That is just so romantic. Do me a favor, and don’t you two ever change. The world needs more love at first sight.»
Sam’s voice was husky. «Do you want some of those, Grace?»
Something in his voice, a catch, made me realize that my words had more of an effect on him than I’d intended. I wondered when the last time someone had told him they loved him was.
That was a really sad thing to think about. — Maggie Stiefvater

What does a woman do as she waits for her man? She may wash her hair, put on makeup, choose the kind of outfit any woman would be eager to try on, spray on perfume, and look at herself one last time in the mirror. If she does these things, it’s when she and the man she’s waiting for are in love. It’s different when a woman waits for a man she still loves but who has broken up with her, because the pure joy of it is missing. Loving someone is like carving words into the back of your hand. Even if the others can’t see the words, they, like glowing letters, stand out in the eyes of the person who’s left you. Right now, that’s enough for me. — Kyung-ran Jo

Often we comfort ourselves only with words, but if we pray enough, the conviction will come too that Christ is our King, not Stalin, Bevins, or Truman. That He has all things in His hands, that ‘all things work together for good for those that love Him. — Dorothy Day

Be wary of any man who is quick to put down another man’s faith. His love for Truth is not deep enough for him to want to explore additional truths outside his borders. The language of light can only be decoded by the heart. Thus, a man with a closed heart is already blind to understand the words of his own faith. — Suzy Kassem

The biggest challenge in the research process is to let go, to stop, to say enough, and then to reduce all of that beloved labor down to a few succinct paragraphs that shape the background to your narrative. I love research — that’s all the fun, especially in the field. To write, however, is to suffer, and my pieces usually come in thousands of words over the assigned length. That’s a serious flaw in my writing process — shaping and disciplining the footlockers of material one has so happily gathered. — Bob Shacochis

You just told me you liked me how I am.» «I do,» Elend said. «But I’d like you however you were, Vin. I love you. The question is, how do you like yourself?» That gave her pause. «Clothing doesn’t really change a man,» Elend said. «But it changes how others react to him. Tindwyl’s words. I think … I think the trick is convincing yourself that you deserve the reactions you get. You can wear the court’s dresses, Vin, but make them your own. Don’t worry that you aren’t giving people what they want. Give them who you are, and let that be enough.» He paused, smiling. «It was for me. — Brandon Sanderson

I promise you, Cole Bridge, that in honor of the little child you once were, I will never forget that JB is a gift from God. I will honor his unique, gorgeous person with enough love for both him and the memory of a little boy who deserved so much more than he got, for as long as I live and beyond.»
She kissed his lips.
«Amen.»
He held her close and kissed her hard, her tears salty on both of their lips. «You are so much. I have no words.»
«I know,» she said. «I feel that way about you too. — Debra Anastasia

Alphabet Juice is the book Roy Blount was born to write, which considering his prodigious talent, is saying a lot. Did you know that the word LAUGH is linguistically related to chickens and pie? This is the book that any of us who urgently, passionately love words-to read them, roll them over the tongue and learn their life stories while laughing and eating chicken and pie-were lucky enough to be born to read. — Cathleen Schine

If I knew words enough, I could write the longest love letter in the world and never get tired — F Scott Fitzgerald

I was just waiting for you to want me as much as I wanted you.» His words were quiet but carried one hell of an impact. «I knew we were going to be together; it was just a matter of time. I kept hoping that you would figure it out. But for a smart girl, you’re a little dense, Vi. I kept bringing up Lissie Adams, and showing you the notes she was leaving me, hoping that you’d get pissed enough to finally admit how you felt about me. — Kimberly Derting

You’ve opened me in a way that leaves me bleeding, vulnerable. Being with you, making love to you, it only solidifies what I feel for you. I know that I’ve become one of those spouting, love-sick idiots, but what it all boils down to is three words that don’t mean nearly enough . . . I love you. I — S.C. Stephens

It is enough if God approves of me and all are against me. — Lailah Gifty Akita

We grow up with such an idealistic view on how our life should be; love, friendships, a career or even the place we will live ~ only to age and realise none of it is what you expected & reality is a little disheartening, when you’ve reached that realisation; you have learnt the gift of all, any new beginning can start now and if you want anything bad enough you’ll find the courage to pursue it with all you have. The past doesn’t have to be the future, stop making it so. — Nikki Rowe

Young friends, whose string-and-tin-can phone extended from island to island, had to pay out more and more string, as if letting kites go higher and higher. They had more and more to tell each other, and less and less string. The boy asked the girl to say «I love you» into her can, giving her no further explanation. And she didn’t ask for any, or say «That’s silly,» or «We’re too young for love,» or even suggest that she was saying «I love you» because he asked her to. Instead she said, «I love you.» The words traveled through the long, long string. The boy covered his can with a lid, removed it from the string, and put her love for him on a shelf in his closet. Of course, he never could open the can, because then he would lose its contents. It was enough just to know it was there. — Jonathan Safran Foer

At least her last words to him had been words of love. But she wished she’d told him just how much she loved him. How much she had to thank him for, how many good things he had done. She hadn’t told him nearly enough. — Kristin Cashore

Once you let in the word, once you allow it to take root, it will spread like a mold through all of your corners and dark spaces — and with it, the questions, the shivery, splintered fears, enough to keep you permanently awake. — Lauren Oliver

It’s hard to find words to explain why you love someone, they don’t make words with that much passion. And even if they did, there isn’t a perfect combination of syllables and sounds to create a word strong enough to explain love. Love is just a filler word, a useless word that tries to do a job that no word can. — Kandi Steiner

From the pocket of her robe she pulled out the ring he’d given her, she put it over her finger, sliding it back and forth over her knuckle.
«Can I tell you something?» Dad asked.
«Yes. Please.»
«Any promise you make, whether it’s to your school, or your family, or to Billy, half of the promise is commitment and the other half, is faith. Faith that your commitment is enough. There’s no answer, honey. None.»
She stared down at her ring, his words like bells ringing in her head. — Molly O’Keefe

At any other time it’s better. You can do the things you feel you should; you’re an expert at going through the motions. Your handshakes with strangers are firm and your gaze never wavers; you think of steel and diamonds when you stare. In monotone you repeat the legendary words of long-dead lovers to those you claim to love; you take them into bed with you, and you mimic the rhythmic motions you’ve read of in manuals. When protocol demands it you dutifully drop to your knees and pray to a god who no longer exists. But in this hour you must admit to yourself that this is not enough, that you are not good enough. And when you knock your fist against your chest you hear a hollow ringing echo, and all your thoughts are accompanied by the ticks of clockwork spinning behind your eyes, and everything you eat and drink has the aftertaste of rust. — Dexter Palmer

We stare into each other’s eyes and softly kiss speaking and saying more with the movement of our lips and the tips of our fingers than words will allow us to say. Words can’t say this. The one word love means too little for what it is. It means everything and that is still not enough. It doesn’t communicate even a fraction of the feelings involved. Love. The word is not enough for what it is. Love. Love. — James Frey

I live for you,» I say sadly.
She kisses my cheek. «Then you must live for more.»
There’s a long, terrible silence that stretches between us. She does not understand how her words wrench my heart, how she can twist me so easily. Because she does not love me like I love her. Her mind is too high. Mine too low. Am I not enough for her? — Pierce Brown

Любви недостаточно

The more that we take
The paler we get
I can’t remember what it is
We try to forget

The tile on the floor
So cold it could sting
In your eyes is a place
Worth remembering

For you to go and take this
And smash it apart
I’ve gone all this fucking way
To wind up back at, back at the start

Hey, the closer we think we are
Well, it only got us so far
Now, you got anything left to show?
No no, I didn’t think so

Hey, the sooner we realize
We cover ourselves with lies
But underneath we’re not so tough
And love is not enough

Well, it hides in the dark
Like the withering vein
We didn’t give it a mouth
So it cannot complain

It never really had a chance
We never really make it through
I never think I believe
I believed I could get better with you

Hey, the closer we think we are
Well it never got us so far
Now, you got anything left to show
No no no, I didn’t think so

Hey, the sooner we realize
We cover ourselves with lies
But underneath we’re not so tough
And love is not enough

(Love is not enough)
(Love is not enough)
(Love is not enough)
Love is not enough, hey

Чем больше мы берём,
Тем меньше получаем.
Я не помню, каково это.
Мы пытаемся забыть.

Плитка на полу,
Такая холодная, что обжигала.
В твоих глазах есть то,
Что стоит вспомнить.

Ради тебя пойти, забрать это
И разбить на части.
Я прошёл весь этот грёбаный путь,
Чтобы вернуться, вернуться в начало.

Эй, чем ближе, мы думаем, мы друг к другу,
Что ж, нас это тем больше отдаляет друг от друга.
У тебя осталось что-то, чтобы показать?
Нет-нет, вряд ли.

Эй, мы скоро поймём,
Что мы укутываем друг друга в ложь.
Но внутри мы не столь жестки,
А любви недостаточно.

Она прячется во тьме,
Как увядающая ветка.
Мы не одарили её ртом,
И она не может жаловаться.

У неё никогда не было шанса.
Мы никогда не могли с ней справиться.
Я никогда не думаю, я верю.
Я верил, что стану лучше с тобой.

Эй, чем ближе, мы думаем, мы друг к другу,
Что ж, нас это тем больше отдаляет друг от друга.
У тебя осталось что-то, чтобы показать?
Нет-нет-нет, вряд ли.

Эй, мы скоро поймём,
Что мы укутываем друг друга в ложь.
Но внутри мы не столь жестки,
А любви недостаточно.

(Любви недостаточно)
(Любви недостаточно)
(Любви недостаточно)
Любви недостаточно, хей.

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