Irenne’s most recent Quotables

Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds.

I love you too much to marry you.

Love is the religion with the smallest congregation.

Despair and Deception, Love's ugly little twins
Came a-knocking on my door, I let them in
Darling, you're the punishment for all of my former sins

She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours,
With half-words whispered low:
As Earth stirs in her winter sleep
And put out grass and flowers
Despite the snow,
Despite the falling snow.

You always hurt the one you love, the one you shouldn't hurt at all.

no matter the distance, the time we go without speaking, or the age i will love you just the same.