You make me thank god for every mistake I ever made, Because each one led me down the path that brought me to you.
I can't explain why your name seems so familiar to me, or why it feels like I've heard your voice a thousand times before, but I can explain this ~ your the type of chaos Id bleed for.
You can't buy the love you want, you can't sell your love. Love is given by those who deserves it.
Dancing, at its best, is independence and intimacy in balance.
One does not seek love,' she told him, 'it should find you all on it's own
You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth. You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.
Magic existed in his eyes, his energy as he lived his daily life. I could fall into his soul and lay my worries to rest, but if by chance this happened; it wouldn't last the test. because there's much to learn, before we can meet, I want to collide with his heart; allow our souls to fleet. His arms will hold my fears, but he won't carry the load; as it is my lesson to love myself, and find my own sense of hope. When we cross our paths, our knowledge will last the test; as patience fills the air and our burdens are put to rest, I will honour my truth, and seek what I desire; ever lasting love and passion set on fire.
Your hair is winter fire, January embers. My heart burns there, too. -Stephen King, IT
Every night, I laid awake with your memories flooding through my eyes with the hope to be with you when sleep arrived.
I will look for you in every lifetime and love you there.
I will speak of love until you go mad and join me in my mad worship of love.
Home for me is not where I am. Home for me is a physical structure where the girl whom I love is sheltered and protected from the incoming storms of life. Home for me is not where I am safe, but where she is safe. Home for me is not where she exists, but where she lives. She is my home.
I know love is real because her love is visible.
You're the one I like. Maybe love.
Forgiveness is a personal process that doesn’t depend on us having direct contact with the people who have hurt us.
Before meeting you, I didn't know what it was like to feel lonely. I never even considered myself to be alone. That's because when you feel lonely, it means that there is someone for you to miss.
I learned that love can transcend race and time, and that it can be beautiful and perfect and worth fighting for but also fragile and heartbreaking, and sometimes sacrifice is necessary. That sometimes it’s you against the world, and there are no easy answers. That you have to know when to hold on…and when to let go.
I lied! And you know I lied, you stupid bastard!
Because, wherever your heart is, that is where you´ll find your treasure
ليس الحـب فقط هـو مايجعلنا سعداء , فالذكريات مع أحد الآصدقاء ترسم بسمه من نـوع خاص