Scrubbing the floor when no one else wanted to was something that my mother would have done. If I cant be with her the least I can do is act like her sometimes.
Famous Quotes about compromise
You are beautiful like demolition. Just the thought of you draws my knuckles white. I dont need a god. I have you and your beautiful mouth your hands holding onto me the nails leaving unfelt wounds your hot breath on my neck. The taste of your saliva. The darkness is ours. The nights belong to us. Everything we do is secret. Nothing we do will ever be understood we will be feared and kept well away from. It will be the stuff of legend endless discussion and limitless inspiration for the brave of heart. Its you and me in this room on this floor. Beyond life beyond morality. We are gleaming animals painted in moonlit sweat glow. Our eyes turn to jewels and everything we do is an example of spontaneous perfection. I have been waiting all my life to be with you. My heart slams against my ribs when I think of the slaughtered nights I spent all over the world waiting to feel your touch. The time I annihilated while I waited like a man doing a life sentence. Now youre here and everything we touch explodes bursts into bloom or burns to ash. History atomizes and negates itself with our every shared breath. I need you like life needs life. I want you bad like a natural disaster. You are all I see. You are the only one I want to know.
Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.
WE two boys together clingingOne the other never leavingUp and down the roads going North and South excursions makingPower enjoying elbows stretching fingers clutchingArmd and fearless eating drinking sleeping loving.No law less than ourselves owning sailing soldiering thievingthreateningMisers menials priests alarming air breathing water drinking onthe turf or the sea-beach dancingCities wrenching ease scorning statutes mocking feeblenesschasingFulfilling our foray.
Dont go she whispered her eyes closed. It was all happening too fast. She couldnt give Daniel up. Not yet. She didnt think she ever could.
Love is a tomato. And while its true that I can live without a tomato I could sure go for some ketchup.
I used to think Romeo and Juliet was the greatest love story ever written. But now that Im middle-aged I know better. Oh Romeo certainly thinks he loves his Juliet. Driven by hormones he unquestionably lusts for her. But if he loves her its a shallow love. You want proof Soon after meeting her for the first time he realizes he forgot to ask her for her name. Can true love be founded upon such shallow acquaintance I dont think so. And at the end when he thinks shes dead he finds no comfort in living out the remainder of his life within the paradigm of his love at least keeping alive the memory of what they had briefly shared even if it was no more than illusion or more accurately hormonal. Yes those of us watching events unfold from the darkness know she merely lies in slumber. But does he seek the reason for her life-like appearance No. Instead he accuses Death of amorousness convinced that the lean abhorred monster endeavors to keep Juliet in her present state cheeks flushed so that she might cater to his own dissolute desires. But does Romeo hold her in his arms one last time and feel the warmth of her blood still coursing through her veins Does he pinch her to see if she might awaken Does he hold a mirror to her nose to see if her breath fogs it Once twice three times a no. His alleged love is so superficial and so selfish that he seeks to escape the pain of loss by taking his own life. Thats not love but infatuation. Had they wedJuliet bearing many children bonding growing together the masks of the star-struck teens they once were long ago cast away basking in the love born of a lifetime togetherand she died of natural causes would Romeo have been so moved to take his own life or would he have grieved properly for her loss and not just his own.J. Conrad Guest author of Backstop A Baseball Love Story in Nine Innings The Cobb Legacy Januarys Paradigm One Hot January Januarys Thaw A Retrospect in Death forthcoming and 500 Miles to Go forthcoming
In that house you will find my heart. You must break in Henri and get it back for me.Was she mad We had been talking figuratively. Her heart was in her body like mine. I tried to explain this to her but she took my hand and put it against her chest.Feel for yourself.
The other day I woke up to find my girlfriend already gone from the house and a sticky note on the fridge that said I love you. Oh my God I thought. Somebodys obsessed with me and they kidnapped my girlfriend just to get closer to me.
Love is giving up control. Its surrendering the desire to control the other person. The twolove and controlling power over the other personare mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.