Let My Heart Tell You, "I Love You", A Hundred Thousand Times, Every Time A Different Nuance, A Different

क्या कहे हम इश्क़ में ईस कदर बेज़ुबां हो गए

कि तुमसे जुदा होके हम तबाह हो गए।

Kya kahe ishq me is kadar bezubaan ho gaye

Ki tumse juda hoke hum tabaah ho gaye

“Even if my heart skips a beat, it takes your name twice after it.”

—shree

lovers in the garden

I seemed to have a crush on you

Even when it's forbidden and you know the truth

I pretend I do not look at you

With fondness and nothing new

But Park’s face was like art. And not weird, ugly art either. Park had the sort of face you painted because you didn’t want history to forget it.

If she showed him how much she needed him, he’d run away.

Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.

—Eleanor & Park, Rainbow Rowell

Her heart was a secret garden and the walls were very high.

Why do people have to be this lonely? What’s the point of it all? Millions of people in this world, all of them yearning, looking to others to satisfy them, yet isolating themselves. Why? Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

— Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart

There he goes, running away, after stabbing me in my heart. Again.

Maybe loving you was my sin. And now I am making atonement.

If you ever unlove me, have the guts to tell it to my face. Otherwise you are a coward.

Even before I was touched, I belonged to you; All you had to do was to look at me.

— Louise Glück, from Poems 1962-2012; "The Burning Heart"