"The heart was made to be broken."

"There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you’re high it’s tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones. Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people. Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one’s marrow. But, somewhere, this changes. The fast ideas are far too fast, and there are far too many; overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friends’ faces are replaced by fear and concern. Everything previously moving with the grain is now against— you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and enmeshed totally in the blackest caves of the mind. You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality."

"To perceive is to suffer."

"I desire the things that will destroy me in the end."

"Vladimir: Did I ever leave you?
Estragon: You let me go."

"Likewise, dear. You’re the most valuable thing to me. It’s the truest thing I know, actually. And I don’t think I’ve meant anything I’ve said to anyone as much as I mean this."

"I want you so bad it stings."

"To burn with desire and keep quiet about it is the greatest punishment we can bring on ourselves."

"No, this trick won’t work… How on earth are you ever going to explain in terms of chemistry and physics so important a biological phenomenon as first love?"