You are protected in short by your ability to love

Many waters cannot quench love neither can floods drown it. What then kills love Only this Neglect. Not to see you when you stand before me. Not to think of you in the little things. Not to make the road wide for you the table spread for you. To choose you out of habit not desire to pass the flower seller without a thought. To leave the dishes unwashed the bed unmade to ignore you in the mornings make use of you at night. To crave another while pecking your cheek. To say your name without hearing it to assume it is mine to call.

She fit her head under his chin and he could feel her weight settle into him. He held her tight and words spilled out of him without prior composition. And this time he made no effort to clamp them off. He told her about the first time he had looked on the back of her neck as she sat in the church pew. Of the feeling that had never let go of him since. He talked to her of the great waste of years between then and now. A long time gone. And it was pointless he said to think how those years could have been put to better use for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and the damage done therein. For the dead and for your own lost self. But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell Inman said for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you are. All your grief hasnt changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. Youre left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not. But if you go on its knowing you carry your scars with you. Nevertheless over all those wasted years he had held in his mind the wish to kiss her on the back of her neck and now he had done it. There was a redemption of some kind he believed in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred.

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.

Dont be reckless with other peoples hearts. Dont put up with people who are reckless with yours.

It has made me better loving you... it has made me wiser and easier and brighter. I used to want a great many things before and to be angry that I did not have them. Theoretically I was satisfied. I flattered myself that I had limited my wants. But I was subject to irritation I used to have morbid sterile hateful fits of hunger of desire. Now I really am satisfied because I cant think of anything better. Its just as when one has been trying to spell out a book in the twilight and suddenly the lamp comes in. I had been putting out my eyes over the book of life and finding nothing to reward me for my pains but now that I can read it properly I see that its a delightful story.

I would love to saythat youmake meweak in the kneesbutto be quite upfrontand completelytruthfulyoumake my bodyforgetit has kneesat all.

There has to be a moment at the beginning where you wonder whether youre in love with the person or in love with the feeling of love itself. If the moment doesnt pass thats ityoure done. And if the moment does pass it never goes that far. It stands in the distance ready for whenever you want it back. Sometimes its even there when you thought you were searching for something else like an escape route or your lovers face.

Because Ive got a lot more terms of endearment to use. Honey pie. Sugarplum. Bread pudding.Why are they all high-calorie foods

The More Loving OneLooking up at the stars I know quite wellThat for all they care I can go to hellBut on earth indifference is the leastWe have to dread from man or beast.How should we like it were stars to burnWith a passion for us we could not returnIf equal affection cannot beLet the more loving one be me.Admirer as I think I amOf stars that do not give a damnI cannot now I see them sayI missed one terribly all day.Were all stars to disappear or dieI should learn to look at an empty skyAnd feel its total dark sublimeThough this might take me a little time.