Just as when we come into the world, when we die we are afraid of the unknown. But the fear is something from within us that has nothing to do with reality. Dying is like being born: just a change.
I know it seems sugary to you but love is passion, obsession, someone without whom you can't live. I say: "throw yourself in! Find someone you love entirely and that would love you the same way!"
How to find it?
Well, forget your brain and listen to your heart.
I can't feel your heart because the truth, my dear, is that it doesn't make any sense if this is missing.
Doing the journey and not falling deeply in love, well, it means not living.
But you must try because if you've never tried, you've never lived.
They didn't agree on many things, actually, they agreed on hardly anything. It was a constant fight, every day was an issue. But notwithstanding their being so different they had something important in common: they were bonkers about each other.
Call me by your name and i'll call you with mine.
Men are really free only in their dreams, it's always been that way and it'll always be that way.
Noah's letter:"My dear Allie, I couldn't sleep last night because I knew that between us it was over. The bitterness has passed, because I know that what is between us is authentic. And if one day, in some far away place in our lives we should meet again, I will hug you joyfully and I'll remember the summer we speant under the trees, learning one from the other and making our life grow. The most beautiful love is the one that wakes up the soul, and makes us wish to go higher; it's the one that sets our heart on fire and brings peace to our mind. This is what you gave me. And it's what I hoped to give you forever. I love you. Goodbye, Noah.""
When I despair, I remember that all through history the way of truth and love have always won. There have been tyrants and murderers, and for a time, they can seem invincible, but in the end, they always fall. Think of it, always.
- Are you anything akin to me, do you think, Jane?
[I could risk no sort of answer by this time; my heart was full]
- Because," he said, "I sometimes have a queer feeling with regard to you — especially when you are near to me, as now: it is as if I had a string somewhere under my left ribs, tightly and inextricably knotted to a similar string situated in the corresponding quarter of your little frame. And if that boisterous Channel, and two hundred miles or so of land, come broad between us, I am afraid that cord of communion will be snapped; and then I've a nervous notion I should take to bleeding inwardly.