"They say love dies between two people. That’s wrong. It doesn’t die. It just leaves you, goes away, if you aren’t good enough, worthy enough. It doesn’t die; you’re the the one that dies. It’s like the ocean: if you’re no good, if you begin to make a bad smell in it, it just spews you up somewhere to die. You die anyway, but I had rather drown in the ocean than be urped up onto a strip of dead beach and be dried away by the sun into a little foul smear with no name to it, just this was for an epitaph."
William Faulkner, The Wild Palms (via bookmania)
"Everyone has their weak spot. The one thing that, despite your best efforts, will always bring you to your knees, Regardless of how strong you are otherwise. For some people, it’s love."