“Why did death make life taste so much sweeter? Why could the heart love only what it could also lose?”

“What was it to love someone, what was love exactly, and why did it end or not end? Those were the real questions, and who could answer them?”

Patricia Highsmith book The Price of Salt

“How pointless life could be, what a foolish business of inventing things to love, just so you could dread losing them.”

Barbara Kingsolver book Prodigal Summer

“Drake. He liked dangerous pies."
"Why did he join you?"
"Who would eat pie that could take over your life? Why risk it?"
"Focus. Why did he join you?"
"Say no to death pies. Another good motto. I'm getting a headache." p. 432”

Brandon Mull (1974) American fiction writer

“Choking with dry tears and raging, raging, raging at the absolute indifference of nature and the world to the death of love, the death of hope and the death of beauty, I remember sitting on the end of my bed, collecting these pills and capsules together and wondering why, why when I felt I had so much to offer, so much love, such outpourings of love and energy to spend on the world, I was incapable of being offered love, giving it or summoning the energy with which I knew I could transform myself and everything around me.”

Stephen Fry book Moab Is My Washpot

“Longing hearts could only stand so much longing.”

Margaret Mitchell book Vom Winde verweht (1937 German edition)

“When presenting only love, life and death could be more important.”

Unknown author

“In every friendship hearts grow and entwine themselves together, so that the two hearts seem to make only one heart with only a common thought. That is why separation is so painful; it is not so much two hearts separating, but one being torn asunder.”

Fulton J. Sheen (1895–1979) Catholic bishop and television presenter

“You gave me the key to your heart, my love, then why did you make me knock?”

George Gordon Byron (1788–1824) English poet and a leading figure in the Romantic movement

“I wondered why the head could move so swiftly while the heart dragged its feet.”

Jodi Picoult book Handle With Care