“Does it matter how long they were together that night? To lovers, an hour can last a century. But even for lovers, every hour ends.”

“Immeasurable at every hour:
He first taught lovers how to kiss,
He brings down sunshine after shower,
Thunder and hate are his also,
He is YES and he is NO.”

“Each moment of the happy lover's hour is worth an age of dull and common life.”

“How stupid lovers can be! But if they were not, there would be no story.”

“I took to the Bodleian library as to a lover and… would sit long hours in Bodley's arms to emerge, blinking and dazed with the smell and feel of all those books.”

“They were connoisseurs of boredom. They savoured the various bouquets of the subtly differentiated boredoms which rose from the long, wasted hours at the dead end of night.”

“What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?”

“But the words of lovers are a language apart; their melody is a fairy song departing with the one haunted hour; to repeat it is to make it commonplace—cold, yet we can all remember it.”

“fraught, adj.

Does every “I love you” deserve an “I love you too”? Does every kiss deserve a kiss back? Does every night deserve to be spent on a lover?
If the answer to any of these is “No,” what do we do?”

“I wanted every word to last for hours, every gaze to last for days.”