My dear, We are fine as is. But we are not whole. We can last like this, we can walk like, and we can live like this, but we are whole. We are divine beings that walk the earth, we call ourselves Man. We are unwhole angels, we call ourselves Man. We are walking puzzle pieces, unwhole and looking for our counterparts… we call ourselves Man. We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. Till...

My dear, There is a light that fills you when you enter it. There is a warmth in that light, not a normal sort of warmth that hovers on the outside – but a deep sort, that penetrates and soothes as it does. There is a remembering of all the goodness, and a forgetting of all that isn’t. There is a taste of heaven in all love. To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven. Falsely yours, Karen...

My dear, Love is an eternity of now. It is both much longer and much shorter than forever. It can stretch the seconds to years, and shorten the years to meer seconds. Love is a time distorter, an immortal who dies (a phoenix), and a sideways eight. Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end. Falsely yours, A....

My dear, To be in love is to be the earth, and you’re beloved the sun. It’s to be entrapped, but joyfully so. It’s to feel a pull of sorts radiating from your beloved that’s keeping you attached, and also balanced. Love is metaphysical gravity. …You are Earth. You’re beloved, Sun. And the rest of the galaxy, frankly, doesn’t matter. Falsely yours, Richard Buckminster “Bucky”...

My dear, You don’t marry someone you can live with, you marry the person who you cannot live without. Because trust me, there are going to be ups and downs. And if you marry someone who’s in your eyes perfect, then you’re going to hate every minute of every day that they’re not. But if you marry someone who you absolutely know is not perfect, but can’t keep yourself away from – well then, they have no...

My dear, Please don’t go after the fixer-uppers. Yes, you’re good, but you’re not that good. You’re not good enough to change a man. The only time a woman really succeeds in changing a man is when he is a baby. Afterall, would you expect any man to say that they’re so great that they can change the entirety of you? The only way people can change is if they want to change, not if they’re forced to change....

My dear, A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous. And yes, superfluous is the right word for it. Have you ever felt the air of the moment right before a kiss? Doesn’t it just make you want to ramble on and on from all that anxiety and electrical charge in the air? Doesn’t it feel like for that one moment you’re filled with the energy of the heavens and clouds and that you...

My dear, Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold. Ahhh, but it’s not due to a kind of cowardice in man. It’s because no one, not even poets, are that foolish. The thing life teaches us over and over again is that love knows no weight it can’t hold. It would take an idiot to think that they could measure how much the heart can stand. To put things in proportion, the second largest thing to...

My dear, No matter what they tell you, love is not a cure. Love will not heal you, it will not mend or fix it. Love is poison. Love is the sweetest tasting of all poisons. And Nature’s joke on us is that it’s a poison that’s only curable by drinking more of it. There is no remedy for love but to love more. There is no remedy for love, it is a poison; one I’d gladly surrender my life to. Falsely yours, Henry David...

My dear, Love makes you go all in. Love makes you voluntarily stupid. Love robs you, of the humor you use to protect yourself and leaves you speechless. Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place. And then it strips you down, and leaves you fully nude for all to see. That’s why it’s so downright terrifying. Falsely yours, Zora Neale...