dear kiara The women in the shop told me that yellow rose represents friendship and red rose shows love. And the rosery is the only thing i own that i care for its yours im yours C
Famous Quotes about inspiration
and yet her name was like a summons to all my foolish blood.
You said you didnt want to get involved with methat one of us would get hurt and how you couldnt bear it. Well that just isnt good enough..Look what happens to people just living their lives. They get hurt its not fair they get hurt but they do all the time no matter how careful they are. Somebody can just just come along and hurt them for no stupid reason..
Love chooses to believe the best about people. It gives them the benefit of the doubt. It refuses to fill in the unknowns with negative assumptions. And when our worst hopes are proven to be true love makes every effort to deal with them and move forward. As much as possible love focuses on the positive.
There hadnt been one specific moment. It was like gradualy waking up. You go from being asleep to the space between dreaming and awake and then into consciousness. Its a slow process but when youre awake theres no mistaking it. There was no mistaking that it had been love.
Is it really so that the one I love is everywhere
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.
I have loved no part of the world like this and I have loved no women as I love you. Youre my human Africa. I love your smell as I love these smells. I love your dark bush as I love the bush here you change with the light as this place does so that one all the time is loving something different and yet the same. I want to spill myself out into you as I want to die here.
When love beckons to you follow himThough his ways are hard and steep.And When his wings enfold you yield to himThough the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.And When he speaks to you believe in himThough his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden...But if in your fear you would seek only loves peace and loves pleasureThen it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out ofloves threshing-floorInto the seasonless world where you shall laugh but not all of your laughter and weep but not all of your tears...But if you love and must needs have desires let these be your desiresTo melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night.To know the pain of too much tenderness.To be wounded by your own understanding of loveAnd to bleed willingly and joyfully.