Love is an engraved invitation to grief.
Famous Quotes about virtue
Love being in love isnt a constant thing. It doesnt always flow at the same strength. Its not always like a river in flood. Its more like the sea. It has tides it ebbs and flows. The thing is when love is real whether its ebbing or flowing its always there it never goes away. And thats the only proof you can have that it is real and not just a crush or an infatuation or a passing fancy
Ive been lonely for so long. And Ive been hurt so deeply. If only I could have met you again a long time ago then I wouldnt have had to take all these detours to get here.Tengo shook his head. I dont think so. This way is just fine. This is exactly the right time. For both of us. ... We needed that much time.... to understand how lonely we really were.
Hopeless heart that thrives on paradox that longs for the beloved and is secretly relieved when the beloved is not there.
A quiet but indomitable voice behind me said I believe this is my dance. It was him. I could feel his presence. The warmth of him seeped into my back and I quivered all over like spring leaves in a warm breeze.
I...will never...regret you.
This isnt a crush its obsession.You are never not in my thoughts. Your scent carries across a room and paralyzes me with longing. I dont want to hold your hand. Part of me wants to set you on fire and hold you while the flame consumes us both to eat your heart so I know that only I possess it entirely.
So thats how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal theloss no matter how important the thing thats stolen from us - thatssnatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completelychanged with only the outer layer of skin from before we continue toplay out our lives this way in silence. We draw ever nearer to theend of our allotted span of time bidding it farewell as it trails offbehind. Repeating often adroitly the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness...Maybe in some distant place everything is already quietly lost.Or at least there exists a silent place where everything candisappear melting together in a single overlapping figure. And aswe live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threadsattached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried tobring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing themcloser holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their livesare fleeting.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
His lips soften into a smile that cracks apart my spine. He repeats my name like the word amuses him. Entertains him. Delights him. In seventeen years no one has said my name like that