Love keeps you safe. It does not belittle you or make you feel ugly. When love touches you, it is with a softness that reminds you of how beautiful you are. Love accepts that you are not perfect and love does not demand that you change. Love patiently waits for you to reach your potential. And if you never do, love loves anyway. Love does not put its hands around your throat. Love is all about you breathing because love is all about life. Love wants to watch you thrive and grow; it never attempts to stifle or wreck or manhandle. Love’s presence is inviting enough for you to trust it. It won’t blackmail you, it won’t force you to bow down in fear. Love prays that it will always be enough to kiss away the scars in your heart for good.
To “belong” is to say “I want to walk with you for as long as I can” and to savour everything, even the unspectacular moments, because people can never be owned. They can only ever be loved.
Either you soften your ego, or the world will do it for you. Choose!
Knowing the right person, at the right time, in the right place, always is a big mistake, it's a ninety-nine percent of probability that doesn't work. the one percent depends on you.
A mother's love is like your soul, though she is dead or alive, she will live in your soul; A father's love is like your shadow, though he is dead or alive, he will live in your shadow
In every failure there's a sweet success that never be destroyed by anyone.
If your absence doesn't bother them then your presence never mattered to them in the first place
There’s a price to pay to become all you were created to be. If it were easy, everybody would do it. It takes people that have a made-up mind.
A true FRIEND stands by you till the END.
Love you, but don't force others to love you; love others, but don't force you to love others
Desire: When all you can think about is what they could do for you. Love: When all you can think about is what you can do for them.
And if love be madness, may I never find sanity again.
Love is not found, it is expressed.
I wish like to be your favorite song. that's I'll be there when you feel sad, cheerful, romantic, sensual, magic or tragic.
You're but a memory now, a bittersweet one.
I long for you in all those stranger's faces.
>Aber als ich mich beruhigt hatte, ist mir klar geworden, dass diese Welt, so verdorben und unvollkommen sie ist, schöner wäre, wenn du in ihr bliebest.<
Can't you for once, just this once, stop over thinking, and just…feel?
You still lost, Marj. You still got hurt. And losing and hurting are what I don’t want.” Her sister held her stare. “Do you honestly think you’re not losing and hurting now, as you speak?” She didn’t have an answer to that. She didn’t need to. Her heart was busy shattering into pieces. Why was that? She got out before she was even in, didn’t she? She should be congratulating herself for being spared of the certainty of heartbreak and tears. Why was she feeling like a huge part of herself was gone, replaced by a bottomless hole where regret and longing suddenly took up residence, and where questions like ‘if you were only brave enough’ and ‘what if things turn out differently than you expected’ echoed endlessly within its walls?
Jealousy that burns the entrails, jealousy that cannot be expressed, jealousy that corrode the purest feeling, jealousy that turns love into oblivion.
