Love they say enslaves and passion is a demon and many have been lost for love. I know this is true but I know too that without love we grope the tunnels of our lives and never see the sun. When I fell in love it was as though I looked into a mirror for the first time and saw myself. I lifted my hand in bewilderment and felt my cheeks my neck. This was me. And when I had looked at myself and grown accustomed to who I was I was not afraid to hate parts of me because I wanted to be worthy of the mirror bearer.

Love is making friends with fear because fear is the constant companion of intimacy and when you bring fear out of the darkness and into the light you realize it was an illusion based on our own insecurities.

and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.

Love is not primarily a relationship to a specific person it is an attitude an ordination of character which determines the relatedness of the person to the whole world as a whole not toward one object of love

He kissed me wildly overwhelming me like a giant wave rushing to shore. I was soon lost in the turbulent grasp of his embrace and yetI knew I was safe. His wild kiss drove me pushed me asked me questions I was unwilling to consider. But I was cherished by this dark Poseidon and though he had the power to crush me utterly to drown me in the purple depths of his wake he held me aloft separate. His passionate kiss changed. It gentled and soothed and entreated. Together we drifted towards a safe harbor. The god of the sea set me down securely on a sandy beach and steadied me as I trembled. Effervescent tingles shot through my limbs delighting me with surges of sparkling sensation like sandy toes tickled by bubbly waves. Finally the waves moved away and I felt my Poseidon watching me from a distance. We looked at each other knowing we were forever changed by the experience. We both knew that I would always belong to the sea and that I would never be able to part from it and be whole again.

Power is of two kinds. One is obtained by the fear of punishment and the other by acts of love. Power based on love is a thousand times more effective and permanent than the one derived from fear of punishment.

Youll never know everything about anything especially something you love.

He was afraid of defiling the love which filled his soul.

The next time youre planning to injure yourself to get my attention just remember that a little sweet talk works wonders.

Stories make us more alive more human more courageous more loving.