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| I spend 23 hours a day wondering whether we’re wrong for each other, wondering whether we’ve got the energy that we need to get through everything that we seem to get into, whether the baggage we both bring would sink a small ship. But in the 24th hour, I realize I’ve been thinking about you for 23 hours. There’s something about you I can’t stay away from. Something about you, that makes me want to love you.
She stood, in a room of crumbling plaster, pressed to the window-pane, looking up at the unattainable form of everything she loved. She did not know the nature of her loneliness. The only words that named it were: This is not the world I expected.
My words don't travel far. They tangle in my hair and tend to go nowhere.
I don’t know why, with such a glorious world as we’ve been provided, with birds, sunshine, beautiful trees and flowers, and the radio, why people don’t get on better than they do.
Later that day I got to thinking about relationships. There are those that open you up to something new and exotic, those that are old and familiar, those that bring up lots of questions, those that bring you somewhere unexpected, those that bring you far from where you started, and those that bring you back. But the most exciting, challenging and significant relationship of all is the one you have with yourself. And if you can find someone to love the you you love, well, that’s just fabulous.
I’m afraid of time… I mean, I’m afraid of not having enough time. Not enough time to understand people, how they really are, or to be understood myself. I’m afraid of the quick judgments or mistakes everybody makes. You can’t fix them without time. I’m afraid of seeing snapshots, not movies.
I want something else. I'm not even sure what to call it anymore except I know it feels roomy and it's drenched in sunlight and it's weightless and I know it's not cheap. Probably not even real.
I've learned that no matter what happens, or how bad it seems today, life does go on, and it will be better tomorrow. I've learned that you can tell a lot about a person by the way he/she handles these three things: a rainy day, lost luggage, and tangled Christmas tree lights. I've learned that regardless of your relationship with your parents, you'll miss them when they're gone from your life. I've learned that making a "living" is not the same thing as making a "life." I've learned that life sometimes gives you a second chance. I've learned that you shouldn't go through life with a catcher's mitt on both hands; you need to be able to throw something back. I've learned that whenever I decide something with an open heart, I usually make the right decision. I've learned that even when I have pains, I don't have to be one. I've learned that every day you should reach out and touch someone. People love a warm hug, or just a friendly pat on the back. I've learned that I still have a lot to learn. I've learned that people will forget what you said, people will forget what you did, but people will never forget how you made them feel.
I thought the most beautiful thing in the world must be shadow, the million moving shapes and cul-de-sacs of shadow. There was shadow in bureau drawers and closets and suitcases, and shadow under houses and trees and stones, and shadow at the back of people’s eyes and smiles, and shadow, miles and miles and miles of it, on the night side of the earth.
I may still not know what I want to be when I grow up, but I do know that someday I want to live in a house filled with my books and travel souvenirs. And the walls that aren’t covered in bookshelves will be covered with photos of my family and friends. When I leave the house I will be going to a job I love, and I’ll return to a person I love. So, that’s the dream I’m working on.
On the good days, I feel like I get it, like it all makes sense. I can stay in the moment. I don't have to control everything in the future and I believe everything is gonna work out fine. On the bad days, I just want to grab the phone and start dialing numbers. I want to pull my hair and run through the streets screaming. But thanks to the people I've met in these rooms, I'm pretty sure I'm gonna make it through today.
I don’t think that there are any limits to how excellent we could make life seem.
I remember being thirteen years old, sitting in my room all night, listening to the same song over and over. I thought that if I could write something beautiful, something honest, I could make someone love me.
I think it’s important to take the time to tell the people you love how much you love them while they can hear you.
The truth was that I knew, after all those flat January days, that I deserved better. I deserved I love yous and kiwi fruits and flowers and warriors coming to my door, besotted with love. I deserved pictures of my face in a million expressions, and the warmth of a baby’s kick under my hand. I deserved to grow, and to change, to become all the girls that I could be over the course of my life, each one better than the last.
I want to have you. I want to have 100% of you. I don't want 95 or 75 or even 50% of you. I have to have it all. I don't want to share you. I don't want to even think about ever sharing you. If we're going to keep dating then I need to have you all. You can't just give me a little bit and think I'll be satisfied forever. I know that sounds selfish but that's the way it has to be, and if you can't handle that then maybe we should end this right here, right now
The best kind of love is doing whats best for someone else even if it hurts.
There’s so much I wish for these days, but most of all, I wish you were here. It’s strange, but before I met you, I couldn’t remember the last time that I cried. Now, it seems that tears come easily to me… but you have a way of making my sorrows seem worthwhile, of explaining things in a way that lessens my ache. You are a treasure, a gift, and when we’re together again, I intend to hold you until my arms are weak and I can do it no longer. My thoughts of you are sometimes the only things that keep me going.
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
What did thinking ever do for me, to what great place did thinking ever bring me? I think and think and think. I've thought myself out of happiness one million times, but never once into it.
Isn’t it nice to know that you haven’t yet laughed, all that you’ll laugh? That you haven’t yet met, some of your very best friends? And that you haven’t yet dreamed, all that you’ll manifest? That all bridges will be mended? That all sadness will be healed? And that life never ends? That all of your challenges will be won? That all of your triumphs will be shared? And that the difference you’ll make, has already begun? Well, it is for me, because I also know that if you don’t see these things yet, you will. Could it get any better?
...Life and death, energy and peace. If I stop today it was still worth it. Even the terrible mistakes that I made and would have unmade if I could. The pains that have burned me and scarred my soul, it was worth it, for having been allowed to walk where I've walked, which was to hell on earth, heaven on earth, back again, into, under, far in between, through it, and above.
Do you remember what you told me once? That every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.
Don’t you think it’s better to be extremely happy for a short while, even if you lose it, than to be just okay for your whole life?
A person who has good thoughts cannot ever be ugly. You can have a wonky nose and a crooked mouth and a double chin and stick-out teeth, but if you have good thoughts they will shine out of your face like sunbeams and you will always look lovely.
You never lose by loving. You always lose by holding back.
Beautiful things can come from the dark.
I have noticed that if you look carefully at people’s eyes the first five seconds they look at you, the truth of their feelings will shine through for just an instant before it flickers away.
Why is it so hard to accept things as they are? Why do we struggle and fight against the inevitable? Is it the knowledge that things could be better? Or is it the hope? The hope that if things were different, we would be different. Better. Stronger. Complete. | | |
| he ignored my questions. "do i dazzle you?"
"frequently," i admitted.
The thing people forget is how good it can feel when you finally set secrets free. Whether good or bad, at least they're out in the open. and once your secrets are out in the open, you don't have to hide behind them anymore. The problem with secrets is even when you think you're in control, you're not.
I'd only told them the truth. Was that so selfish? our integrity sells for so little, but it's all that we really have. It is the very last inch of us, but within that inch, we are free.
It’s laughing with your friend at a time when you shouldn’t. It’s the sweat in your palms wanting to know someone you see and the pit in your stomach when they actually see you. It’s being touched by hands that aren’t your own. It’s the thrill of an escape that almost wasn’t. It’s the embarrassment you feel, naked for the first time. It’s helping a friend find something they lost. It’s a smile, a joke, a song. It’s what someone does that they like doing. It’s what someone does that they like remembering. It’s the thinking of things you may never do and the doing of things you may never have thought. It’s the road ahead and the road behind. It’s the first step and the last and every one in between, because they all make up the good life.
These things let us know how we fit with each other, even if aren't sure how we fit with everybody else.
Maybe that's what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.
I close my eyes, inhale, and feel a rush of heat and energy that takes my breath away. It's the feeling of wanting something so much that it borders on an actual need, and the power and urgency of this need overwhelms me.
You want to know what happiness is? It's waking up in the middle of the night for no reason, shifting under the blankets and feeling the heat of the person next to you. You turn around and see them in their most peaceful, innocent, and vulnerable state. They breathe as though the weight of the world lies on anyone’s shoulder but their own. You smile, kiss their face in the gentlest manner so as not to wake them. You turn back around and involuntarily a grin forms on your own face. You feel an arm wrap around your waist, and you know it doesn't get any better than this.
The only reason people hold on to memories so tight is because memories are the only things that don't change when everything else does.
Half of life is screwing up. The other half is dealing with it.
The most important thing is the illusion of happiness.
The illusion keeps people safe and, let’s be honest, nobody really likes to question anything. The human condition is the pursuit of comfort, and tampering with that is an unwise thing to do, especially by the standards of our anti-culture. We run from truth and leech on comfort to keep things appealing while the appeal can still exist. Some people love to be drunk, but hate to be hung over. Some people love to be in love, but hate to be broken. So they don’t look at the possibility of a negative reality. They just accept what is there or make up what’s there and only look towards warmth, even if the heat is synthetic. That’s what we’re trained to do, so we all do it without question.
Imagine a future moment in your life where all your dreams come true. You know, it's the greatest moment of your life and you get to experience it with one person. Who's standing next to you?
According to Greek mytholgy, humans were originally created with four arms, four legs, and a head with two faces. Fearing their powers, Zeus split them into two parts; condemning them to spend the rest of their lives in search of their other halves.
So, hi. This is me. A human being, in all of my frailty. Laying myself out for you, that we might walk through this beautiful, awful, strange thing we call life, together.
Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always. A promise. Like a reward for persisting through life so long alone. A belief in each other and the possibility of love. A decision to ignore, simply rise above the pain of the past. A covenant, which at once binds two souls and yet severs prior ties. A celebration of the chance taken and the challenge that lies ahead. For two will always be stronger than one, like a team braced against the tempest civil world. And love will always be the guiding force in our lives. For tonight is mere formality. Only an announcement to the world of feelings long held. Promises made long ago. In the sacred spaces of our hearts.
There's nothing more valuable than having someone in your life that reminds you of who you are.
Take up one idea. Make that one idea your life - think of it, dream of it, live on that idea. Let the brain, muscles, nerves, every part of your body, be full of that idea, and just leave every other idea alone. This is the way to success, that is way great spiritual giants are produced.
Nothing was perfect but everything was real.
She moves with grace, even when she stumbles and trips. You'll hear a break of laughter as she smiles, an outburst of noise. Perfection is there, if you look past the first layer of insecurities and mistakes. That's where you'll see a person worth listening to. The person most people try to find in themselves. That's the person she never sees when she looks at herself.
Because sometimes you have to step outside the person you've been and remember the person you were meant to be. The person you wanted to be. The person you are.
I remember one morning getting up at dawn, there was such a sense of possibility. You know that feeling? And I remember thinking to myself, so, this is the beginning of happiness. This is where it starts. And of course there will always be more. It never occurred to me it wasn't the beginning. It was happiness. It was the moment. Right then.
Although it's such a singular word, there are so many variations of alone. There is the alone of an empty beach at twilight. There is the alone of an empty hotel room. There is the alone of being caught in a throng of people. There is the alone of missing a particular person. And there is the alone of being with a particular person and realizing you are still alone.
I love what you are, and what you do and how you try. I've seen your kindness and your strength that carries you through. I've seen the best of you. I've seen the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. And I love you.
You have to understand her passion to really understand her and what she's all about.
A philosopher once asked, "Are we human because we gaze at the stars or do we gaze at the stars because we are human?" Pointless really. Do the stars gaze back? Now that's a question.
You've made me into a whole different person. Happy, confident, and fun to be around. But mostly, mostly you put hope back into my life. If for no other reason, that's why you came into my life- to show me hope again.
You will never be happy if you continue to search for what happiness consists of. You will never live if you are looking for the meaning of life.
When we wake up in the morning, we have two simple choices: go back to sleep and dream, or wake up and chase those dreams.
I wish I could bottle up the feeling I get when you smile and keep it forever.
Take the pain out of love, and then love won't exist.
Your biggest challenge isn't someone else. It’s the ache in your lungs, the burning in your legs, and the voice inside you that says "can't". But you don't listen, you push harder. You hear the voice whisper "can" and you discover that the person you thought you were are no match for the one you really are.
I'll tell you what the end of the world will be like. It will be a final moment; both terrible & heartbreaking. Absolute chaos. People running as fast as they ever have, cars filling every road & freeway, phone lines backed up trying to process millions of calls, fingers flying over keyboards, thumbs texting like rapid fire, long lines of people trying to cram themselves into subways & airplanes. All of them trying to tell someone else, "i love you". It's not the end of the world yet. but don't wait until then to tell her. The worst thing isn't the end of the world. It's what you didn't finish; what you didn't say when you had the chance.
What about that girl in the corner with her nose in the book; hair fallen behind her shoulder with eyes hidden behind that one in a million smile? Did you ever think she would be the one to unlock your heart and have you craving her in the sweetest way possible?
Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
You deserve the right kind of love, the kind of love that makes you happy, the fantastic love that's in books and movies. Even if you aren't together forever, you'll want to look back and never regret falling in love with her. That's the kind of love we all deserve.
He reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you've discovered something you don't even have a name for.
Destiny is something we've invented because we can't stand the fact that everything that happens is accidental.
Life isn't about how you love and who you are, it's about keeping your trust. It's about what you say and what you mean. It's about judgements you pass and why. It's about jealousy, fear and revenge. But most of it, it's about using your life to touch or poision other people's hearts in a way that could never have occured alone.
If you hate a person, you hate something in him that is part of yourself. What isn't part of ourselves doesn't disturb us.
To be brave is to love someone uncoditionally, without expecting anything in return. To just give. That takes courage, because we don't want to fall on our faces or leave ourselves open to hurt.
It's amazing what one person can do. Some people build you up just to bend and break you. Some people bring out parts of you that you had no clue exsisted. All throughout life we meet people and every single one of them brings something to us, gives us some sort of purpose. We come across people that will hurt us so incredibly much that it seems unbearable to go on with our lives, but the truth is we can overcome anything we want to if we believe in it enough, if we have faith in ourselves, in who we are. The most important thing in life is to find yourself, know who you are at all times and stand by that for the rest of your life. No one has to the right to tell you who you are and control your life, cause it's yours. Your life is meant to be lived by no one else but yourself. We sometimes let people get the best of us, destroy us and change our opinions on what we believe is true. Only you know what's right for yourself, you have the power, you make the choices and you learn. Each experience we go through in a life is a lesson to be learned. We all make mistakes, why is that so hard for some to understand? No one should be judged by the mistakes they have made. It's past news. Everything happens for a reason, and without the hard times, how would we ever realize our true strength? It's only through a time of suffering when we realize how strong we truly are inside, when we realize how much we can actually put up with and deal with before we eventually break.
Life is a rollercoaster, a never ending cycle. Every person is unique and beautiful in their own way. Each individual has a beauty that's unexpressed. Beauty is within. You love a person for how they make you feel, for their courage and compassion. I believe we always go back to the people who were there in the beginning. You create so much of a history with certain people, they become a part of you, they're always in your heart.
What did it feel like, I wondered, to love someone that much? So much that you couldn't even control yourself when they came close, as if you might just break free of whatever was holding you and throw yourself at them with enough force to easily overwhelm you both.
At this moment there are 6,470,818,671 people in the world. Some are running scared. Some are coming home. Some tell lies to make it through the day. Others are just now facing the truth. Some are evil men, at war with good. And some are good, struggling with evil. Six billion people in the world. Six billion souls. And sometimes - all you need is one.
Truth is, you scare the shit out of me. You make me feel as if I'm not alone. Yet, I know any minute you have the ability to rip that feeling from me. Truth is I love you and that in itself is scary enough.
Instanity is coasting through life in a miserable exsistence when you have a caged lion locked inside and the key to release it.
Truth is still absolute. Believe that. Even when that truth is hard and cold, and more painful than you've ever imagined. And even when truth is more cruel than any lie.
There comes a time when every life goes off course. In this desperate moment you must choose your direction. Will you fight to stay on the path while others tell you who you are? Or will you label yourself? Will you be honored by your choice? Or will you embrace your new path? Each morning you choose to move forward or to simply give up.
Most of our lives are a series of images, they pass us by like towns on a highway. But sometimes a moment stuns us as it happens and we know that this instant is more than a fleeting image. We know that this moment, every part of it, will live on forever.
We fell in love, despite our differences, and once we did, something rare and beautiful was created. For me, love like that has only happened once, and that's why every minute we spent together has been seared in my memory. I'll never forget a single moment of it.
Love simply cannot spring up without that self-surrender
to each other. If either withholds the self, love cannot exist.
There will come a time in your life when you become absolutely infatuated with a single soul. For this person, you'd do anything and not think twice about it, but when asked why, you have no answer. You'll try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much as they do, but you'll never truly find out. And no matter how badly it hurts or how badly you hate it, you'll love this person for the rest of your life without regret.
I'd like to quit thinking of the present as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.
I’m the kind of girl who falls in love everyday, several times a day. With complete strangers, and with people I have known many lifetimes. With things I am just seeing, hearing, smelling, feeling or tasting for the first time, and with objects, people, places I was first exposed to years & years ago… It feels good, so good, to love like this.
If we discovered that we had only 5 minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth
would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved him.
The greater danger for most of us lies not in setting our aim too high and falling short; but in setting our aim too low, and achieving our mark.
The best moments in reading are when you come across something, a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things that you'd thought special, particular to you. And here it is, set down by someone else, a person you've never met, maybe even someone long dead. And it's as if a hand has come out and taken yours.
People call it passion. Or lust. Or obsession. I don't really care. When I'm with him, it's the only time I feel completely alive. If you've never felt the power of that, then I feel sorry for you.
Oh, the miraculous energy that flows between two people who care enough to get beyond surfaces and games, who are willing to take the risks of being totally open, of listening, of responding with the whole heart. How much we can do for each other.
The woman came from a man's rib. Not from his feet to be walked on, not from his head to be superior, but from the side to be equal, under the arm to be protected, and next to the heart to be loved.
You are more real to me than anything I've ever known.
I've always wanted to be the girl who everyone notices when she walks into a room... Not necessarily because she's exceptionally gorgeous or brilliant or has a smile plastered on her face everywhere she goes - I want to be noticed for just being that girl. The one you can always count on. The one who is slightly mysterious but will share her secrets. The one who can get away with sitting a corner all by herself or being a complete social butterfly whenever she chooses. And the fact is, this girl is not noticed for wearing expensive clothing or having a great body or knowing a lot of well-liked people. She is simply noticed for her confidence, her beauty, her poise and being exactly who she is. I know it seems like this type of girl can only be found in a great finctional novel or film, but I want to believe - I need to believe - that this type of girl exists. I need to believe that someone can be noticed and loved for being who they want to be. I need to believe that this type of girl is real.
Everyone says that love hurts, but that's not true. Loneliness hurts. Rejection hurts. Losing someone hurts. Envy hurts. Everyone gets these things confused with love, but in reality, love is the only thing in this world that covers up all the pain and makes someone feel wonderful again.
Je pense que je t'aime, she'd said numerically--"I think that I like you." Or, "I think that I love you." The French verb aimer has two meanings. And that's why he liked her, and loved her. She spoke to him in a language that, no matter how hard you studied it, could not be completely understood.
I want to climb into bed with someone and have them hold me throughout the entire night. I want both of us to be completely naked. No make-up to hide imperfections. I want to feel the intensity and warmth of their breath on the back of my neck without a cotton barrier. I want to feel every jolt of nervousness and doubt as they trace their fingertips over my body. I want to feel every curve and angle underneath their skin as they press their body up against me. I want to be trapped in their embrace. I want to be suffocated with the scent of them surrounding me; the roughness of a man’s hands as he traces lines over my own skin, taking pieces of me away and giving me mismatched pieces of himself to treasure and hoard for eternity. I want to close my eyes and feel nothing, think of nothing, but him and the way I fit perfectly into his arms, how we surely must have been created from the same mold. I want his body wrapped around me so tightly that I can only just catch my breath. I want my skin to tingle with his movements as he fidgets in his sleep, excited simply by the prospect of feeling his hands on me. I want him to bury his face into my neck, my hair, and tell me that he adores me. I want him to whisper words of devotion into my ear as I drift off into sleep, and I want him to continue hours after my breathing has deepened and my body relaxed. I want to wake up in the morning and squeeze my eyes shut, lying as silently still as possible so as not to wake him, just to prolong that precious moment. I want to belong and share and know what it is to love and be loved again without awkwardness or doubt or anxiety. I just need you.
Just because you can spell love doesn't mean you should say it so much. | | |
| Everyone wants to be remembered for something. I just want to be remembered by you.
Take away love, and our earth is a tomb.
That great everyday magic is discovering those who are strong enough to catch you. Those who care enough to reach out their arms and cushion your fall. And I think that’s what’s so wonderful about life - you never know when you’ll stumble upon these kinds of marvelous people, or when they’ll stumble onto you. And as terrifying as it sounds, the greatest thing that could ever happen to us is to slip up in the wind and float down into that fall. Because you never know who will be waiting for you at the bottom.
The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself.
Never get comfortable. Never be satisfied with what you have, because there is always something better for you out there in all aspects of your life.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
If you enter this world knowing you are loved and you leave this world knowing the same, then everything that happens in between can be dealt with.
You do not need to be loved, not at the cost of yourself.
Remember that people love in different ways.
Thomas Edison's last words were: "It's very beautiful over there." I don't know where there is, but I believe it's somewhere, and I hope it's beautiful.
Never talk yourself out of knowing that you're in love, or into thinking that you are.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Let's run away to a place where the air tastes like rain and the sun shines like Sunday morning. You bring your laugh and I'll bring my sense of humor, and we can taste the days, one week after another.
Breathing is the hardest thing I do. I'm not the only person in the room. It's hard for me to feel like I'm perfect.
I've gotta say something, 'cause I don't think I've made it clear. I'm in love with you. Powerfully, painfully in love. The things you do, the way you think, the way you move. I get excited every time I'm about to see you. You make me feel like I've never felt before in my life.
You give me the kind of feeling people write novels about.
If you ever decide to go, I want a warning. You know, big flashing red lights and one of those clocks that counts down like a bomb in a movie? And there's a whole bunch of colored wires and I'm not sure which is the right one to cut but I guess the green one and then at the last second, no, the red one, then click, it stops with three-tenths of a second left but then you don't leave. Like that, okay?
I like sunrise better when I'm getting up early than when I'm staying up late, you know? It's like I'm seeing it from the wrong side.
I wish someone would tell me something incredibly profound. I wish my heart would beat beat beat in time with theirs and things I want to say wouldn't get caught in my throat like my hair gets caught in my fingers and ties itself into knots. I wish the voice in my head didn’t say the things it does, because of all the people I can trust in the world I shouldn't be one of them. That's why I listen to music louder than the sounds of the late-night television programs like poker competitions and bad films starring bad actors. And in the middle of the cacophony of sounds the only thoughts I can hear are the singer's, the whisperer's, the poet's, infinitely better and wiser. Wiser even than the stars. I bet they don't trust themselves either. I bet lots of people don't when they've fallen down the rabbit hole and felt a heartbreak or three.
In the day by day collision called the art of growing up, there's an innocence we look for in the stars. To be taken to the younger days, when there was no giving up on the people we held closest to our hearts.
I'm falling in love, and wouldn't I like to think so. And every night I look at the stars out my window and I hope I can see the one that we saw together. It was just you and me and honestly, I'll look for that star forever.
As humans we are puzzles missing the piece. But we have an extra piece. A piece not for us but for the person we complete and they ours.
When you're young everything feels like the end of the world.
It's like in the great stories - the ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger, they were. And sometimes you didn't want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it's only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you.
My thoughts tend to sound better in books I didn't write, and in the songs I didn't sing. Even then, sometimes there is no piece of literature, no song, no work of art that can really explain the way you feel. There is a double-edge comfort in knowing that no one really knows.
I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah, I know that. I know what it is not to feel like you're in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know you're with him. You're his.
I think of you in colors that don't exist.
While you were sleeping I figured out everything. I was constructed for you, and you were molded for me. Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins. You shine so bright it's insane, you put the sun to shame.
Stranger things have happened. Stranger things have been loved.
So here's to the people forever loved who make our hearts want to scream. Cause I love you with all that I am and my voice shakes along with my hands.
Every deep thinker is more afraid of being understood than misunderstood.
I'm in love with you. I apologize for the blunt delivery, but as problematic as this fact may be, I am in love with you. and I'm not feeling this because you're leaving and not because it feels good to feel this way, which, by the way, it does. I can't figure out the mathematics of this. I just know I love you.
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| I'm sorry I've been gone for so long. I got caught up in life, and graduating, and summer, and a relationship, then a break up, and just life. but I'm back now. I doubt anyone read my site before, but to those who care, I'm back for good. I'll be updating as often as possible. probably daily.
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/edit @ 6:10PM.
I'm updating and putting more quotes because I need to distract myself.
because of this:
Jennalyn J: and i like talking to you. i like hearing your voice
Charlene J: you do?
Jennalyn J: of course
Charlene J: I like hearing yours too.
Break ups suck. back and forth and back and fucking forth. damnit.
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When I hear somebody sigh, "Life is hard,"
I am always tempted to ask, "Compared to what?"
i wanna stand out in a crowd for you.
i wanna make your world better
than it's ever been.
If we didn't know anything about love
or didn't know it existed,
do you think we would still feel it?
I wonder how many times we’ll say
goodbye before we actually let go.
There are some people in life that
make you laugh a lilttle louder, smile a
little brighter and just live a little better..
there's a line drawn between
the beginning and the end of anything;
and somehow we find hope
everytime we cross that line.
the days will always be brighter because they existed, and
the nights will always be darker because they're gone. no
matter what anyone says about grief and time healing all
wounds, the truth is, there are some sorrows that never
fade away until the heart stops beating and the last breath
is taken.
I have to believe that when things are bad, I can change them.
I guess it's gonna have to hurt. I guess I'm gonna
have to cry and let go of some of the things I love
to get to the other side. I guess it's gonna break
me down, like falling when you're trying to fly. It's
sad but sometimes moving on with the rest of
your life starts with goodbye.
do you think i want to feel like this?
this ridiculous emptiness when you're not around?
do you think i enjoy not being able to breathe when i see you and her together?
because i don't. i really fucking don't. and i can't even help it. it just happens.
sometimes you meet someone,
and before you know their name,
before you know where they're from,
you know that sometime in the future,
this person is going to mean something to you..
if you judge people, you have no time to love them.
love makes life so confusing,
but without love would you really want to live?
There's nothing scarier than getting what you want;
Because then you really have something to lose.
Everybody’s different, that’s what makes the world beautiful.
"In a perverse way, I was glad for the stitches, glad it would show, that there would be scars.
What was the point in just being hurt on the inside?"
Are you satisfied with yourself now?
You've made a mess out of a strong girl.
She can hardly smile anymore,
sometimes she forgets to breathe.
In some ways, you're pretty lucky. You opened your heart, you put yourself out there, you were ready to make that leap.
I'm envious; I wish I knew what that felt like.
To find someone who makes you want to swim across the East River in January.
I know we don't talk much, and sometimes
we even walk right by each other in the halls without
saying one word. but then there's those times
when our eyes meet and i know that deep down
you're missing me as much as i'm missing you.
Sometimes i get so caught up in the world around me, i forget who i am. I lose myself in the chaos and drama of teenage life.That's why i love you. You somehow manage to pull me away from all that; give me a clear view again. You let me see who i am and who other people are and what this world is. I might not be making much sense right now, but that's the way i see it. I find myself in you. I know that's some totally cliche line, but it's really the only thing i can think of right now to explain this. Out there, in the world, I'm lost. But with you, everthing is clearer.
Yes, I do love you, because you bring out a part of me, something I haven't seen in forever. Something which makes me passionate again, strong again; you bring out the pure innocence of life, and shine your love for all to see, but only for me to call my own. You're my heart and I'll be your armor. I'll stay loyal and true, just promise me that you will too.
Never say goodbye. Because saying goodbye
means going away... And going away...
means forgetting.
remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something,
loves something, and has lost something.
Love me like you'll never see me again.
so much of my happiness revolves around you that it's dangerous. i mean, what if you moved away? what would i do then?
sometimes people forget to just appreciate that they are alive.
Please forget the words that I just blurted out. It wasn't me, it was my strange and creeping doubt. It keeps rattling my cage and there's nothing in this world that will keep it down.
She looked at the night sky, and
said so this is what it feels like,
letting go of everything.
But maybe that's what it all comes down to:
love, not as a surge of passion,
but as a choice to commit to something, someone,
no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way.
And maybe making that choice again and again,
day in and day out, year after year,
says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.
The things I thought you`d never know about
me were the things I guess you always understood.
sometimes i wonder, if love is worth fighting for, then i remember your face, and i'm ready for war.
It was so hard to explain, but it gave me a chill,
every time, almost like she was touching my heart.
sometimes when you're around, i can't breathe. not
because i don't know what to say, but it's like you
give me this overwhelming feeling and i admit it,
i love it.
someday, someone is going to walk into your life,
and make you realize why it never worked out with anyone else.
The most incredible feeling
is knowing that I make you happy.
One thing I truly knew - knew it in the pit of my stomach, in the
center of my bones, knew it from the crown of my head to the soles of
my feet, knew it deep in my chest- was how love gave someone the power
to break you.
And I promise you this, no matter who enters your life,
I will love you more than any of them.
The choice is black or white, not a shade of grey.
Because in love, there is no such thing as half way.
the feelings inside her heart for you are way more valuable than anything else.
Feeling too much is always better than
Not feeling enough.
Nowadays, it's practically impossible to be sure about anything, but I'm positive about this; I want to be with you. There's only one of every person and no matter how much alike they may be, there's never going to be another you. You're the one I want.
I fell for you, and i still havent gotten up yet.
When you look at me, speak to me, and laugh with me. You always make me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.
I miss all the little things that I never even thought would mean anything.
There are days when my ribs feel too small for my lungs,
My chest feels too small for my ribs.
And my existence feels too large for the universe and a pulse.
I've noticed that if you look carefully at someone's eyes during the first five seconds that they start to look at you the truth of their feelings will shine through for an instant before it starts to flicker away.
Love is passion. Love is obsession. It's someone you can't live without; someone you fall head over heels for. Find someone you can love like crazy, who will love you the same way in return. Listen to your heart; there's no sense in life, if you don't. To make the journey without falling deeply in love, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try; because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
Don't let yourself get so angry that you stop loving, because one day you will wake up from that anger and the person you love won't be around anymore.
There are so many things I want to say to you, but time's caught me up and now I'll never say them - except that I've loved you from the moment I saw you and every moment since.
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