Love is hard to find hard to keep and hard to forget.

The acceptance of oneself is the essence of the whole moral problem and the epitome of a whole outlook on life. That I feed the hungry that I forgive an insult that I love my enemy in the name of Christ -- all these are undoubtedly great virtues. What I do unto the least of my brethren that I do unto Christ. But what if I should discover that the least among them all the poorest of all the beggars the most impudent of all the offenders the very enemy himself -- that these are within me and that I myself stand in need of the alms of my own kindness -- that I myself am the enemy who must be loved -- what then As a rule the Christians attitude is then reversed there is no longer any question of love or long-suffering we say to the brother within us Raca and condemn and rage against ourselves. We hide it from the world we refuse to admit ever having met this least among the lowly in ourselves.

Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. Were so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday too many new things we have to learn. But still no matter how much time passes no matter what takes place in the interim there are some things we can never assign to oblivion memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever like a touchstone.

There are memories that time does not erase... Forever does not make loss forgettable only bearable.

How do you know when its over Maybe when you feel more in love with your memories than with the person standing in front of you.

Stephen kissed me in the springRobin in the fallBut Colin only looked at meAnd never kissed at all.Stephens kiss was lost in jestRobins lost in playBut the kiss in Colins eyesHaunts me night and day.

Isnt it funny how the memories you cherish before a breakup can become your worst enemies afterwards The thoughts you loved to think about the memories you wanted to hold up to the light and view from every angle--it suddenly seems a lot safer to lock them in a box far from the light of day and throw away the key. Its not an act of bitterness. Its an act if self-preservation. Its not always a bad idea to stay behind the window and look out at life instead is it

Listen to the people who love you. Believe that they are worth living for even when you dont believe it. Seek out the memories depression takes away and project them into the future. Be brave be strong take your pills. Exercise because its good for you even if every step weighs a thousand pounds. Eat when food itself disgusts you. Reason with yourself when you have lost your reason.

You spoke to her in hidden dreams...and smiled at her through open doors. She felt your secret love surround her at times. And while alone she felt your breath heartbeat and more... Serenity of hers is never-ending soothing....it leads lures calls you... Ah timeless burning flame.. Her kiss is ocean salty water you drink and thirst increases...you long and pray for more...

Souls and memories can do strange things during trance.