Things We Know by Heart

But it's terrifying to realise how much of your world is wrapped up in loving another person

There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart. Pursue those." - Michael Nolan

For so long, I was the one with his heart. I just need to see where it is now.” - Quinn

It’s too much, this. Life, and love, and how fragile it all is.

Little victories, they're the ones that counts.

We lie together, quiet, under an endless sky, beside a bottomless ocean, and we don’t talk about how these are all the things that brought us together. We don’t talk about how we wouldn’t change any of them.We don’t have to, because these are the things we know by heart.

I'd give anything right now to go back, even just for a few moments, so I could pay more attention. Inscribe every detail of him, and of us together, onto my heart, where I could keep it safe always. Where even time couldn't erase it.

Each heartbeat begins with a single, electrical impulse, or "spark." The distinctive sound we hear through a stethoscope, or when we place our head on a loved one's chest, is the sound of the heart valves opening and closing in perfect synchronicity with each other. It is a two-party rhythm - a delicate dance of systole and diastole, which propels the heart's electrically charged particles through its chambers roughly every second of the day, every day of our lives.

Do what I tell you, when I tell you, and the worst thing that'll happen is you'll fall in love.

...we found our own synchronicity together, his heart thumping out a slow. steady beat and mine filling in the spaces between

Write it on your heart that every day is the best day in the year. No man has learned anything rightly, until he know that every day is Doomsday.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson

She has that kind of manic focus about her, like if she just keeps moving, the things she's upset about can't catch her.

A thousand fireworks explode inside me, and I feel them in him too, in his lips on mine, and his hands in my hair, and he way we pull each other closer. Everything else falls away, and in this moment, when we touch, we are light.

The days passed, one after another, measured out in an unbroken, never-ending rhythm.Seemingly infinite, but gone in the blink of an eye—like waves crashing on the shore, or the seasons passing. Or the beating of a heart.

What I mean is,how does he somehow know to show me things I didn’t realize I needed to see, or take me places I wouldn’t have guessed I needed to go?

There are many things in life that will catch your eye, but only a few will catch your heart. Pursue those.” —Michael Nolan

Listen,” he says. “I know earlier I said just a day, but that was…I wasn't being completely honest. And I know if I let you get in your car and drive away again without telling you the truth, I’ll regret it all the way home.” He drops his eyes to the ground for a moment, then brings them back up to mine. “Anyway. I promise I won’t surprise you at your door again, but if you ever decide you want another day–ever–I have lots of them, and I …I liked this one.

You’re okay,” she says. “It’s just your first time back out here. You don’t need to go back.

She has no idea how careless I’ve already been, or that I know that heart of his maybe even better than he does.

We are made of our pasts, and our pains, our joys and our losses. It's in the very fiber of our beings. Written on our hearts.

All our firsts, and our lasts, and everything in between. They swirl and dance on the invisible currents, and then one by one, they disappear to a place they will always be a part of.

Our first kiss was soft, sweet. A question on my lips. He tasted like the watermelon bubble gum he was always chewing, and the stolen summer night.

Because when these tiny little things are afraid, they shine.

It's terrifying to realize how much of your world is wrapped around loving another person.

I had a good day. For the first time in a very long time, I really did, which is why I almost don’t want to wash it away tonight. I like the feel of the salt and the sand on my skin, like a reminder that there is a whole world that’s alive and continuing on out there. And that today I was a part of it again.

I spent the first few months under the full weight of those regrets, thinking of a thousand different things I would've done differently had I known they were going to be the last.

We should get these wet clothes off," I say conscious now of the cold. A smile breaks over Colton's face. He raises an eyebrow. "Yeah?

Questions are dangerous territory for us.

Scientists have identified individual neurons, which fire, when a particular person has been recognized. Thus, [it is possible that] when a recipient’s brain analyzes the features of a person, who significantly impressed the donor, the donated organ may feed back powerful emotional messages, which signal recognition of the individual. Such feedback messages occur within milliseconds and the recipient [may even believe] that [he] knows the person.” —“Cellular Memory in Organ Transplants