At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish. All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake. Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense.
“She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.”—Ayn Rand, Atlas Shrugged
“Don’t you hate that? Uncomfortable silence. Why do we feel it’s necessary to talk about bull in order to feel comfortable? That’s when you know you’ve found somebody really special. When you can just shut the hell up for a minute and comfortably share a silence.”—Pulp Fiction
I think that the saddest people I’ve ever met in life are the ones who don’t care deeply about anyone or anything at all. Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand. And without them, happiness is only temporary because there’s nothing to make it last and no one to share it with. Happiness is only real if it is shared. I love to hear people talk about what their most passionate about, because that’s when you see the person at their best.