Ô, Wanderess, WanderessWhen did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?
Spread love. Hug the people you care about and make sure they know that you care and appreciate them. Make it known to your friends and family that you love them.
Our lips were for each other and our eyes were full of dreams. We knew nothing of travel and we knew nothing of loss. Ours was a world of eternal spring, until the summer came.
Ô, Muse of the Heart’s Passion,let me relive my Love’s memory,to remember her body, so brave and so free,and the sound of my Dreameress singing to me,and the scent of my Dreameress sleeping by me,Ô, sing, sweet Muse, my soliloquy!
Peace gives you the world, laughter gives you the sky, joy gives you the world, and love gives you the universe.
To strengthen the body’s muscles, exercise; the mind’s muscles, read; the heart’s muscle’s, laugh; and the soul’s muscles, love.
Joy gives you strength.Hope gives you fortitude.Faith gives you courage.Love gives you power.
The mind shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s wisdom; the heart, in proportion to one’s courage; and the soul, in proportion to one’s love.
Nurturing, Providing, and loving you passionately. May that be, my number of responsibilities. As one to the end, forever more. That's how long I desire, our love to last for. Providing for you many and joyful memories. In hours of darkness, as well as brightness. I plan to supply for you. For your love for me and happiness, is all that matters to me.
I love and care for everyone because I know the pain of being unloved and uncared.
Love, they said, burns youand builds you.But with you, there’s no ash.Just light.
Your memory feels like home to me.So whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.
I believe in love at first sight…But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first seethe person they truly are.
Here's another poem,like all others before and after,dedicated to you.There isn't anything left to be saidbut I will spend my lifetrying to put you into words.You who is every goodness,every optimismand hope.Your love is a better fate for methan anything I could wish for.If you are a part of me, then you’re the best part.And if you're separate from me, then you are my destination.But I’ve become a weary traveller,so please,let us never be apart.
You're going to make it;You're going to be at peace;You're going to create, and love, and laugh, and live;You're going to do great things.
The only path wide enough for us all is love.
…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.Some people might find that strange.But the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.
There is an ocean of silence between us… and I am drowning in it.
I had someone once who made every day mean something.And now…. I am lost….And nothing means anything anymore.
It’s painful, loving someone from afar.Watching them – from the outside.The once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs…..They exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you … with no contact at all.
If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.And if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.
I miss that feeling of connection.Knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.
When you experience loss, people say you’ll move through the 5 stages of grief….Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Acceptance….. What they don’t tell you is that you’ll cycle through them all every day.
The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.Breathing your air…. touching your skin…… Saying goodbye….The last time I felt alive…. I was dying.
He was both everything I could ever want…And nothing I could ever have…
I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand.And when the light has long since gone …. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.
Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. and that I was wishing you every happiness.Love Always,The girl you loved once.
I have poured my heart out ….And now I am empty.
The only place I ever felt at home was with you. There isn’t a place for me anywhere anymore… I’ve been evicted.
I would have followed you to hell and back... if only you'd lead me back.
I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.
Every quote, every book, every film seemed to suggest that ‘one day’ someone would come into my life and love me with an intensity and a passion I had never experienced before. And to their credit they were right; It all came and went so fast it really did feel as if it were just ‘one day’....
He looked at me like I was the stars when all I’d ever felt like was the dark nothingness between them.
It’s the intricate details you miss the most. For me, it’s the soft lines around the eyes when he smiles… Or that look he gave me sometimes that I cannot begin to describe - but I would know it if I saw it again.It was the look that gave him away.I’d know that look anywhere…It used to be my everything.
Like so many others my story begins with that same old line…. ‘So anyway, there was this guy….’ Until one day…. there wasn’t.And nothing was ever the same after that….
Though life has fated that we never cross paths again, don’t ever feel alone. For we are parallel …. and I will always be by your side.
Though it’s reasons to burn may vary... you are always the fuel of my fire.
It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it... I just have to live it
I believe in love at first sight…But it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see the person they truly are.
It’s times like this…. when it’s over a year later and I’m still crying over you that I want to turn to you and say: See…. This is why I asked you never to kiss me.
My heart’s been empty since you left - but still I refuse to put up a vacancy sign.I’m just not ready for anybody else to move in yet.
I write what I love.I will not stop – even when my hand hurts….…. because I cannot stop – even though my heart hurts….
I’d never dreamed anybody could love me the way he did. And even when he proved it to me time and again – I still could hardly believe it was true.
It’s funny how we say a person ‘made’ us when they actually broke us.Sort of like how I say ‘funny’... but I actually mean sad.
How I wish I could undo it all … take it all back…All those years I spent unhappy with him …. when I should have been looking for you.
In a way, it was the same as any normal break up. You took what was yours …. and I kept what I’d had from before we were together…You took my heart …. and I had nothing…
I still remember that feeling of walking somewhere confidently, seeing him mid stride and putting my foot down just fine… but feeling like I stumbled.
They say “Follow your heart”….…. But I can’t follow you where you’re going…
They say the truth hurts. And these words hurt more than any I have ever written. But they are the truth – The cold, hard, undeniable truth.Not letting go doesn’t keep him with you.It’s still over. He’s still gone.… And nothing will ever change that.
Perhaps I was easier to shake off for you because you’re such a together person. I was just an extra layer on the outside… like a blanket you could shrug off and feel just the same…. except maybe a little colder….But I was always a broken person that was haphazardly held together by little more than my own strength. And so you just seeped in the cracks and mingled with my insides until you became an inseparable part of me. And as painful as that is, it still kind of warms me to know I will always carry a part of you with me.
It is the deepest of wrongs I am driven to write…. And losing you was one of them.
Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.
I don’t think you ever really understood….…. All the love I had in the world went to you.
How many times did we pass each other before we met? If only I’d known…. I would have searched for you endlessly.If only I’d found you before it was already too late.
When I was with him suddenly I wasn’t this broken person anymore.I was just me.I was whole again.I was just a person – like everyone else.
With you in my life I felt like I could conquer anything.It was as if I was on top of the world and even the stars themselves were just within my grasp.But without you …. even getting through the day is hard.
I need to stop running back to you in my mind all the time.
Our parting was like a stalemate….Neither of us won. Yet both of us lost.And worse still … that unshakable feeling that nothing was ever really finished.
Though I never really had you….… to me you will always be the one that got away.
You’re everything to me. But at best, I’m just a memory to you.
A kiss….….. is just a kiss….Until it’s all you reminisce.(Then the memory becomes your most treasured possession.)
I know he wasn’t perfect…But he did the best impression of it I’ve ever seen.
A woman is at heart – a wild creature.But the creature itself … that depends on you. (His wild rabbit – your wild horse)
You can miss places. You can miss people.Just know that what you’re really missing is the way things were. And even if you could go there again…. see them again…. you can’t go back.They’re not the same.You’re not the same.The loss of them changed you.
If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it.You can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart.How can you?He has it.
I didn’t love you to seek revenge.I didn’t love you out of loneliness or unhappiness.I didn’t love you for any of the misguided reasons that time might convince you I did.I just loved you because you’re you.
It hurts that I was just one page in the book of your life…But what hurts more is knowing you’ll revise that chapter someday….….. and you’ll erase me completely.
I try to do something positive – I socialise more…But deep down I know the truth.An entire world of people can never replace the one that I’ve lost.
I had always wanted to hear those words.I had always wanted to be your girl.
It’s just never going to get any easier is it. It’s never going away, this missing you. It’s going to become a sadness I incorporate into myself – along with all the other sadnesses – and quietly carry around with me forever…
For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.
I still think of you every day.But I’m trying not to let it hurt me with the same intensity that it used to.
There’s only ever been one person I’ve looked at and thought…‘I could quite easily spend the entire rest of my life with that man’.And sooner or later I need to accept that he’s spending it with somebody else.
How do you love someone and just… walk away? Just like that. You just, go on as normal…. You get up, get dressed, go to work… How can you do that? How can you be okay with that?
She wears it so beautifully doesn’t she, her pain… Always smiling, always positive…. always happy to help… It’s like a garment perfectly tailored to fit the way she carries it… with a touch of grace… and the quietness of that sad smile…. All so you’d never know how heavy it really was.
There comes a point where you no longer care if there’s a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You’re just sick of the tunnel.
It didn’t hurt me. Not “hurt”. Hurt is a four letter word. It’s short, almost cute sounding. Aawwww, did that hurt? No. It didn’t hurt. Destroyed, Obliterated, Desecrated, Annihilated, Demolished, Shattered, or Demoralised maybe… But no. It didn’t hurt me. It didn’t “hurt” me at all.
You made me feel worthwhile…. like for once it mattered if I was here or not because I actually meant something to someone…. because I meant something to you. I miss that feeling.
You loved him enough to let him leave… Now you need to love yourself enough to let him go.
Perhaps the echoes of people we once loved still linger in the places we frequented with them and that is why we go back… Not so much to remember them as to feel them…
To begin to know ourselves we must have sincere conversations with ourselves as if with a good friend. We must answer without reserve, listen without judgement, and accept without condition. That is self-love.
What's the deal? Why can't he lookinto my eyes when I have words of appreciation lined up for him.Has he simply forgotten how he feels?all his emotions plunged into oblivion.or he is so full to talk about it.He won't confide in mewhich I understand is his choice.I really wish to butI can barely get under his skin.But what I know about him ishe feels very sad andhe has honest eyes.And every broken heart should have a place in this world.He has a place in my heart~
No sé por qué tendemos a temer tanto estar solos. Sé que no le ocurre a todo el mundo, pero hay una tendencia general a entrar en un estado de pánico tras la ruptura ante la posibilidad de no encontrar a nadie con quien compartir tu vida ¿Y qué? ¿Qué importa si eso no sucede? Nada, absolutamente nada; volcar la posibilidad de ser feliz en la existencia de otra persona es la única raíz del problema, ni más ni menos.
Mindfulness won’t ensure you’ll win an argument with your sister. Mindfulness won’t enable you to bypass your feelings of anger or hurt either. But it may help you see the conflict in a new way, one that allows you to break through old patterns.
The Dictionary defines Soul Mate as: A person who is perfectly suited to another in temperament. Before I met mine, I didn't know I was bonkers!
Sometimes you just have to find something to keep your body grounded, your mind flexible, and your heart open.
Being able to inspire the body is an easy feat, but being able to inspire the soul as well is true talent.
In times of division and strife, build bridges to the hearts of those clouded by anger, hurt, hatred, and ignorance, so you can help open and understand their minds and hearts, and they can understand yours.
Be careful because brazen behavior and a powerful mind can hide a delicate heart.
One day I woke up and realized no amount of love, care, pain, hurt, anger, or retribution could ever transform those who are evil into good or kind people. That day I let go; I stopped caring for them, gave up any hope for their souls, and knew they were never worthy of me or my time.
She might've previously veered off track and landed straight into chick lit land, but how many chick lits had the main character recognize how unpredictable life is and then apologize to those she had hurt when she tried forcing things to fit in placr?
Love should never mean having to live in fear.
Beauty is not defined by your physical features. It is defined by the heart inside your chest and the love that flows through it.
Capture my heart and my mind. Become my ultimate challenge, greatest vexation, strongest desire, and most precious blessing.
Even if I don't have wings to fly, I'll close my eyes and open my heart; then I'll make love my wings and hope the winds that give me flight.
The heart is a rare, unique treasure because it is strong and vulnerable at the same time. It is strong in its persistence to sustain life, yet it is vulnerable to both emotional and physical wounds.
My strength is my pride. My pride is my heart. And my heart will always be mine and mine alone.
We always want to hold on tight to those we love; but if we intend to keep those we love, we must let go every once in awhile.
To know the truth of one's heart, trusting their words is not always the wisest thing because words can be used to deceive you. To truly know the truth which lies deep in one's heart, you only have to look into their eyes. For even though the mouth may speak lies to hide the truth, the eyes will always reveal what the mouth tries to hide.
My heart is on the brink of a world so foreign that it feels like a fantasy. Blessed do I feel when I think of your heart which is so warm that it melts the frozen world we live in. Blessed I am with all of you that I hold near and dear to my heart.
No matter where we come from, there is one language we can all speak and understand from birth, the language of the heart, love.
Death, like so much in life, is a lesson, which must be understood and cherished, not feared; it is a rite of passage we all must encounter at one time or another; it helps build our character and makes us stronger if we can endure its painful aftermath.
Grab every chance given and do not throw it away; always cherish what you already have, for you never know when you will receive something of its likeness again; and if you lose what was most precious to you, never stop fighting for it until you have it once again in your possession.
Our past is what molds us into the person we are today. It does not define us.
Beauty is great... But love is greater. With it, you can overcome anything fate throws at you.
It is because of pain that you value pleasure, sorrow that you value joy, despair that you value hope, war that you value peace, and hate that you value love.
Truth is my weapon. Knowledge is my armor. Wisdom is my strategist. Love is my warrior.
Wisdom knows the way. Understanding sees the way. Passion feels the way. Love goes all the way.
Anyone can love a rose, but only a saint can love its thorns.
The world’s most beautiful angel is love inside your soul.
Divorce fear. Court courage. Pursue hope. Marry love.
Love has turned many into poets; pain has turned many into artists; charity has turned many into pacifists, and anger has turned many into activists.
Love in fools is better than hate in the wise.
To change your life, love yourself. To change your community, love others. To change the world, love everyone.
Love as much as you can, for as long as you can, and as best as you can.
Anger is loud, rage is deafening, and wrath is thunderous; only love can silence them.
Lips may lie, but the heart always tells the truth.
One who is wise is rich, one who is virtuous is wealthy, one who is happy is affluent, and one who is loving is prosperous.
Regard those who respect you.Esteem those who honor you.Cherish those who love you.Reward those who adore you.
Love in your mind can be felt by some, love in your heart can be felt by many, but love in your soul can be felt by all.
God is not Christian.God is not Muslim.God is not Buddhist.God is love.
Knowledge, teach. Wisdom, acquire. Understanding, share. Love, spread.
Pray for faith, hope for peace, strive for unity, and persevere for harmony.
Love is loud; the soul hears it, even if the universe is deaf.
Love is black. Love is white. Love is brown. Love is humanity.
See what love sees. Hear what love hears. Say what love says. Do what love does.
The ocean has limits, but true love does not.
To appreciate pleasure, someone had to experience pain; to appreciate joy, some had to experience sorrow; to appreciate love, some had to experience heartache; to appreciate freedom, some had to experience fear.
Truth is straight like a line. Virtue is firm like a wall. Wisdom is tall like a mountain. Love is wide like an ocean.
Learn, because life is ahead of you. Live, because death is before you. Listen, because wisdom is all around you. Love, because God is inside of you.
Love gives you knees to crawl, feet to run, legs to sprint, and wings to soar.
A heart full of love is worth more than a purse full of coins.
The blind can see love, the deaf can hear love, the mute can express love, and the disabled can carry love.
If you want to be happy now, love now; if you want to be happy later, love later; but if you want to be happy always, love always.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, not the mirror.
When two souls are one, they hear each other, even in silence.
Everyone should have a place in your heart, but only a special few should have a place in your life.
Your presence only truly matters to people who feel your absence.
Marry your friend, and you will be reasonably happy. Marry your lover, and you will be abundantly happy. Marry your soulmate, and you will be infinitely happy.
Love is your greatest asset, fear is your greatest liability, and joy is your greatest reward.
When you hear love calling you, don’t pretend to be deaf.
The world’s most lethal venom is not found on the tongues of serpents, but on the tongues of a disgruntled wife.
Grief gives you a hundred reasons to cry; hope gives you a thousand reasons to smile, joy gives you a million reasons to laugh, and love gives you billion reasons to rejoice.
And then I realized that love is like a helium balloon. You know the one which flies away into the sky if you don’t hold it by its strings? No matter how much I tried to break my string, the balloon always remained there. Know why? Because maybe unknown to yourself, you were holding a couple of strings as well
If you have no one, you are poor; if you have an acquaintance, you are fortunate; if you have a friend, you are privileged; if you have a lover, you are rich; if you have a soulmate, you are wealthy.
If you want to be strong, exercise; if you want to be wise, study; if you want to be happy, smile; and if you want to be invincible, love.
If a woman stands behind you, respect her; if she stands beside you, cherish her; if she stands with you, adore her.
The cheapest thing in your life is money; the most expensive, love.
If you want the world to know how truly beautiful you are, love everyone.
Your knowledge can stir the world, your intellect can move it, your wisdom can shake it, but only your love can truly change it.
A sword can only pierce the body, but love can pierce the soul.
A smile is worth dozens of words, but a kiss is worth a thousand.
Love has two rules: the first one is love, and the second one is love some more.
When love intoxicates your heart, it is difficult for your soul to remain sober.
If a woman laughs when you hurt her, you ought to cry, for you have lost her; if she cries, you may laugh, for you have a worthy soulmate.
It is impossible for love to enter your heart without leaving footprints on your soul.
Lust promises you the world, and disappoints. Love promises you the universe, and delivers.
Jealousy says, “Compete with each other.” Envy says, “Destroy each other.” Empathy says, “Help each other.” Love says, “Empower each other.
One who does not deserve your tears does not deserve your heart.
Knowledge offers you strength. Wisdom promises you influence. Understanding assures you wealth. Love guarantees you power.
Give of yourself to others and others will give of themselves to you.
Outer beauty you see with your eyes, but inner beauty you only see with your heart.
Scars mean you fought. Wrinkles mean you lived. Heartache means you loved.
If you are too busy to love, you are too busy to live; if you are too busy to live, you are too busy to love.
Dear fear, I’m divorcing you. Dear courage, I’m courting you. Dear hope, I’m pursuing you. Dear love, I’m marrying you.
To achieve peace let go of: guilt, anger, and bitterness. To achieve happiness embrace: virtue, faith, and love.
When you love, you forgive; when you forgive, you love.
Wisdom paints a rainbow in your mind, joy paints a rainbow in your heart, and love paints a rainbow in your soul.
Love hopes. Love helps. Love heals. Love hears.
The clearest mirror in the universe is not made of glass, but of a loving soul.
Pleasure awakens the body, wisdom awakens the mind, joy awakens the heart, and love awakens the soul.
Love has never been conquered, not even by the greatest army.
If a man found his dream wife, it was because he was wide awake.
An inch to a man’s heart is a mile to his wallet.
Get high on love, not drugs.
If your heart has been broken nine times, muster the courage to love again for the tenth.
The world could use more love. Why deny it to others?
If you are sad, love will make you happy; afraid, love will make you brave; weak, love will make you strong; and broken, love will make you whole.
Love lost is better than hate found. True criticism is better than false praise. Genuine enemies are better than counterfeit friends.
The greatest love stories are not written by the ink of the pen, but by the ink of the heart.
Pleasure can turn the body into a slave.Desire can turn the mind into a fool.Passion can turn the heart into a beast.Love can turn the soul into an angel.
Desire speaks, passion shouts, lust screams, and love whispers.
What does love mean if we would deny it to others?
Plucking a rose only proves you desire it, but nurturing it proves you love it.
There are thousands of languages around the world, but love is the most beautiful of them all.
You spend the beginning part of your life with your mother, so love her; the middle part of your life with your girlfriend, so care for her; and the end part of your life with your wife, so adore her.
When love writes a letter, joy is its ink.
Learn from the sun; it is warm to everyone, and is therefore never in short supply of those who adore it.
A woman’s elegance will charm you for days,her beauty will charm you for weeks,her grace will charm you for years,and her virtue will charm you for a lifetime.
If you kiss her cheeks, she is your friend; if you kiss her lips, she is your lover; if you kiss her heart, she is your soul mate.
The greatest warriors fight not for crowns and splendor, but for love.
Love rewards you more in a moment than pleasure could in a lifetime.
Love conquers the body by embracing it,conquers the mind by massaging it,conquers the heart by kissing it,and conquers the soul by marrying it.
Though love may be blind, it sees much;though it may be deaf, it hears much;though it may be mute, it says much;and though it may be lame, it does much.
Falling in love is accidental, staying in love is intentional, and growing in love is delightful.
True love is like diamonds; scarce, and priceless.
The greatest profit you make in business is not money, but happiness. The greatest riches you give in life are not possessions, but love. The greatest treasures you acquire in life are not jewels, but joy.
When love invades your life, it captures your heart, imprisons your mind, and frees your soul.
When you are in love, your eyes see him only, your ears hear him only, your mouth speaks of him only, your mind thinks of him only, your heart desires him only, your soul lives for him only, and your entire universe is about him only.
Love is the greatest drug; joy is the strongest medicine; virtue is the noblest remedy; together, they are the greatest therapy.
When a woman misses you, you have her mind; when she cares for you, you have her heart, when she loves you, you have her soul.
When the storm comes it is your soulmate who pulls out the umbrella and shelters you until the rainbow comes.
When you are madly in love with someone, even when sanity tries to rescue you, you wrestle it.
When you look into your soulmates eyes, you see the world; into your soulmates heart, you see the sky, and into your soulmates soul, you see the universe.
Falling in love with a woman’s body is lust, with a woman’s mind is sense, with a woman’s heart is virtue, and with a woman’s soul is wisdom.
If you have money, you are affluent; if you have joy, you are wealthy; and if you have love, you are rich.
Love is fierce like a lion; once it has entered the heart, it is in vain to resist.
Love is more powerful than even the sun; light can only enter your eyes, but love can enter your soul.
Love makes you strong when others are weak, brave when others are scared, hopeful when others are despairing and cheerful when others are sad.
No three words have greater force than “I want you,” greater strength than “I need you,” greater might than “I miss you,” and greater power than “I love you.
Joy is the best companion, virtue is the noblest acquaintance, wisdom is the cleverest friend, and love is the kindest soul mate.
If you have her mind, you have her for a moment; if you have her heart, you have her for a while; if you have her soul, you have her for a lifetime.
The most valuable real estate in the universe is inside your soul.
It is easier to wipe a thousand tears from your eyes than to wipe a single tear from your soul.
When two souls are united as one the universe itself is powerless to separate them.
Beauty catches your eye, joy seizes your heart, and love captures your soul.
When the head tries to rule the heart, emotion poisons it.
By the time you become an expert at marriage, it is too late to start a new one.
Treat marriage like a diamond necklace; if broken, fix it, but do not throw it away.
There is no gem like virtue, no wealth like happiness, no treasure like faith, and no jewel like love.
Lust makes you weak, passion makes you strong, love makes you brave, and heartache makes you wise.
When you are in love, your eyes see him only, your ears hear him only, your mouth speaks of him only, your mind thinks of him only, your heart desires him only, your soul lives for him only; your entire universe revolves around him only.
Love only knocks on your heart’s door when certain it has the right address.
Passion stimulates you, love intoxicates you, marriage sobers you, and parenthood tries you.
Love makes you the richest person in the world, no matter how poor you are.
The most expensive jewels are not found around our necks, but in our hearts.
If you sweep a woman off of her feet, make sure your character is strong enough to keep her in the air.
The universe offers you three things that money cannot buy: joy, love, and life.
Joy is a loyal companion, love is a faithful friend, fear is a terrible adversary, and hatred is a merciless enemy.
Love does these three things effectively: multiplies joy, divides trouble, subtracts grief, and adds peace.
To live a little, love a little. To live a lot, love a lot.
The most valuable things in your life are always the things that money cannot buy.
Hate is strong, fear is mighty, jealousy is powerful, but love is invincible.
If you try to buy love, you will go bankrupt trying to possess it.
If you fall for someone, make sure they’re there to catch you.
When a woman wants your attention, she uses her smile. When she wants your wallet, she uses her charm. When she wants your heart, she uses her touch. When she wants your soul, she uses her kiss.
Think of the principle as that precise moment you recall everything that makes you love that person: the number of times your partner makes you smile, comforts and supports you. During those times dig deep and shift your focus from whatever bad is happening today, at this minute, and appreciate every other day, hour and second that person spends being “the one.
Do the dishes, and you have her heart; do the dishes and the laundry, and you have her soul.
Love is like lightening; it can strike anyone, anywhere, and at any time.
If a woman tells you how terrible she looks, sincerely deny it, even if you agree.
A thousand ways to please your wife boil down to two words: “Yes, dear.
Be calm when your wife yells at you, calmer when she chastens you, but be terrified when she ignores you.
Before you look for dirt in people, look for treasure.
As the sun lives on when it sets in the warmth it has given to others, you too will live on in the hearts of those whose lives you have touched.
Love came, it saw, and it conquered me.
If a man treats you like a princess, he deserves to be your king.
The shrewd marry for money, the scheming marry for status, the calculating marry for power, but the wise marry for love.
If the final chapter of your life story is written by love, you are guaranteed a happy ending.
If you want to be happy, love. If you want to be happier, love some more.
Passion gives you what you want, lust gives you what you desire, but only love gives you what you need.
Falling in love with someone is intentional, even if it was their looks that tripped you.
They gave me a thousand reasons to leave you, but I found a thousand and one reasons to be with you.
There is nothing wrong with being a puppet if love is the one pulling the strings.
Love sets you free the moment it arrests you.
The best couples share the load, divide the grief, and add to the peace, thereby multiplying joy.
The easiest way to remember your future wife’s birthday is to marry her on Super Bowl Sunday.
The only place you will find love before sacrifice is in the dictionary.
Never fight for a girl; while pounding each other, someone is already making plans to whisk her away.
If you choose money over love, you will always be poor.
If men could be bought like clothes at an outlet, only then would women always get what they bargained for.
An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it’s heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it’s beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.One day someone came,took it out from dark,she kissed it,loved it,played with it,put it with her heart,and makes it her life part.Daily she played,daily she fought,But, never she threw it out.one day, an unknown came,who kissed her,loved her,and used to play with her.He took my out my heart from her,and threw it on the street,then there is nothing more than weep.An angel for some,a demon for some,for me, it’s heart of the one.Never want to hurt,keep many secrets beneath the blood.Sob in the dark,but, people thinks, it’s beat of the heart.No one thought, no one observe,but, it supplies tears as blood.
All the so-called philosophical notion of “love without attachment” or “detached love” are biologically non-existent on this planet. We humans are biologically designed through millions of years of evolution to grow attachment. Love cannot survive without attachment.
You're my missing puzzle piece," she whispers as we continue dancing."Your puzzle piece?" I question. "I'm not broken...but before you; I was never whole, either," she clarifies. "You're the missing piece that made me whole. And now, you're the piece that keeps me from breaking.
Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life love knocks our doors, enters our lives & changes it forever. You start believing in dreams, you start making wishes & you start to trust your heart even more! That love holds your hands & makes you feel you are safer than ever; that love makes you believe that nothing can go wrong now; and oh that warm hug, which makes you want to spend your entire life then & there! That’s when you realise you are not living an ordinary life, but it’s a fairytale!
Be like the sun; bear with those in the dark, but keep shining your light.
Love your friends with your eyes closed, but love your enemies with both eyes open.
A kiss is the easiest thing to throw at someone because its weight is love.
If all you have is money, you are among the poorest people in the world.
The only time I hold my wife's hand tightly is when my wallet is in her other hand.
If you want the most beautiful fish in the sea, make sure you have the most appealing bait.
Be calm on your wedding day; she won’t kill you in front of a hundred people, no matter what you've done.
Love is a hook; the moment a man swallows it, a woman knows she has him forever.
Don't constantly make angry your wife. Once she throws you out of her heart, there is no appeal
Men are handicapped in love, either in giving or in receiving. They consider love as a sign of weakness
The path to marital bliss is to begin each day with a kiss.
Women are the best thieves you will ever meet; they steal your heart and your last name, but never get to spend the night in jail.
Before letting someone hold your heart in their hands, make sure their hands are clean.
A kiss is the only thing you can throw at someone without being held criminally responsible.
The best chapters in your life story are written by love.
Love is the luckiest tenant in the world, living in the hearts of men and women rent free.
If love was a sin, God Himself would be in the hottest part of Hell.
We dream of him and in the morning we tell each other our dreams where he is living with us again, fixing salads, whistling, standing in doorways. Our mother tells us there was a time before they thought to marry when he wrote her every day, long letters with a date and a time in the upper right corner, the hour always late and the pages sometimes stained purple by wine that had spilled as he lifted the glass and drank while he wrote … Our mother says not to throw the letters out, they are all that’s left of the love she’ll never feel again.
I don’t know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at you.To dodge your skin in the hallwayand leave the kitchen without bringing you a treat.It takes much too effort to stare at the sinkso my eyes don’t smile at you in the mirror.It takes much too effort to look away as we undressand lie apart in the now bigger bed.It takes much too effort to stiffen my bodybecause sleepy limbs forget fightsand pride is always lost in dreams.It takes much too effort to awaken every hour to make sure we are islands with a gulf of white sheets separating us.I dread the light peeking through the parted curtainsand empathise with your groans —I didn’t get any sleep either.I really don’t know why we fight.It takes much too effort to stay mad at one anotherwhen it’s so easy for us to love.
What happens when I love, you ask, does the world start making sense? No, my dear, it does not. But it won’t matter to you then.
Faith moves mountains, intelligence goes over them, wisdom goes around them, but love levels them.
When perplexed, God appears to you in the form of wisdom; when troubled, in the form of peace; when sad, in the form of joy; when heartbroken, in the form of love.
Let us remember to always rediscover one anotherbecause we are forever changing.
I cursed myself. For once, heaven had sent me "Beauty" in its most perfected form and I abandoned it. She might not have been a girl after all but an angel: a force to guide me on this hazardous path of life I hurry down... How can life be hazardous if it can only end in death?
I used to be lost in us. Blurred were the lines that separated us. But now, I see our togetherness in our separateness. I see the you in me and the me in you. We are two independent beings who complement one another like photographs that are beautiful on their own but are enhanced when juxtaposed, creating an altogether new photograph.
How is it that there was never youuntil there wasand then all was you?
What is this lovethat makes me see beauty,and makes every beautiful thing bring you back to me?What is this lovethat makes me declare 'I love you'even though I uttered itonly a moment ago?What is this love that keeps growing even when my chest is soreand it hurts to love you any more?Tell me:How am I to find what this love iswhen it was the one to find you, me, this verse, and this universe?
I can sense your love,why leave me in darkness?Beguile me for your amusement,stealing my soul without kisses. You are the sun and I, the moon. Your beauty is reflected in my eyes.When we are apart, I am extinguishedin the blackness of these skies.
Does God knowthe number of kissesbefore we fall in love?Yesterday, I was nobodyand I believed myself important.Today,I feel my worth in you.You, with your emerald eyes and ebony hair,even your heartbeat is beautiful.You, who is my greatest joy,all other concerns vanish in your presence.You swallow timeand consume space,inspiring all my passionwith a single embrace.I love your existence.
Talented writers etched the story detailing the travails of broken souls numerous times. The poets recounted an equal amount of times the lucent tears of human laughter and weeping sorrow. Everyone understands bitterness and joy. Conversely, the most evocative aspects of human beings, the bewildering clarification of their ambiguous natures, are virtually indefinable and therefore unutterable. Written testaments to love, truth, beauty, and adoration of nature are inherently weak because words fail to convey what a person experiences inside the spaces that compose their chemical field.
Why this candle?Why this cake?The day of my birth is not today.I was born when you said, 'Hey.
Everything I have become,everything I will ever accomplishcannot compare to my mostimpressive feat:I have loved youfiercelyand assiduouslywith the very marrowinside my bones. So that when I die, they can crack them to findyou there. So that when I die, they can open me upand see your name tattooed on the wall of my heart.So that when I die, my epitaph will neither commemoratewho I wasnor what I did, but will read:“She loved.And loved. And loved.”And so, I smile now,because that is no small thing.
All I need to dois place my pen against paperand your lovewrites for me.
With you, I am. Without you, I am not.
Whenever you keep score in love, you lose.
The only path wide for us all is love.
Why didn't you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a song?A dance?In the skies littered with stars?Did you not get drunk?Why didn’t you write all this time?Did you not remember us in a film?A book?In idyllic dusks and dawns?Did you not get high?It is good that you didn't.For all is well. I am drunk and dazed.I have already forgotten youand your bewitching ways.
Like a pair of old slippers,I feel comfort andwarmth as I slip into you.No, that is too crude.Like the match to the wick,I ignite when we touch.My counterpart andlife's purpose.Yes, as though I've known you my whole life.Every scar, every failurehas become an affirmationof what should be:You.Yes, as though I've loved you my whole life.
I've written you sixty-seven love poems.Here’s another one for you.But really, for me.These poems are the candles that I light with the fire you have ignited in me.I place this candle here and another thereso even if the stars have argued with the moonand are sulking away in a corner, you can still find your way to me.Sixty-eight poems now. What does the future hold for us?Joy? Disappointment? Gentle caresses? And subtle neglect?I hope the good is more than the bad. Much more. For what is the point of loveif by lighting these candlesour own flame loses its brightness?I know the good is more than the bad. Much more.I cannot wait to write you sixty-nine.
I came into marriage with love but when I got there she refused the dictatorship and fled away, I and my wife are looking for her. Anyone who finds her please contact us. We swear not to harm her again
Awake my soul.Awake my spirit.Awake my desires.Awake my light.Awake my mind.Awake my hope.Awake my faith.Awake my love.
Tell me where the swans go in the winterI need to know if the mute ones can sing.Tell me why stars fall from the skyI need to know if it is luck they bring.Tell me why feathers land near youI need to know if you've injured your wing.Now, tell me where you end, my angelFor I no longer know where I begin.
The sea loved the moonWhen she was supposed to love the shore.The moon knewAnd hence made his intentions known. That she should love the shoreWho was destined for her.Yet his protests seemed weak. And even when he pushed her towards the shore-She always retreated back.To want, to need, to love the moonFor all she's worth.Everyone said, it wasn't meant to happen.Yet, the Tsunami rose that night for their union.
True love makes you sleep and dream. But loud reality wakes you up
Sex and love represent one of the numerous absurdities and hopeless incongruences demarking human nature. A person whom only seeks out sex and eschews love will live a barren existence. Sex without love is a brute display of physical reproductive capacity. Sex is not a worthless or stupid activity when it forms a cog in a loving and affectionate relationship. Sex and love might not make the world go round, but when joined they make it a better place to live in.
I want to take you under the moonlight.
It is very interesting how humanity has linked love to the lack of freedom. I think that when you find love, it is because you have become so free that you were able to truly find it. Love is a wild and running thing. Only the free can find what is wild and running. You become so free, that you are able to truly love. A life of bondage is a life lived without love.
We are in middle of a shift change in society. We can choose what kind of revolution this is to become. To me it is the Love Revolution. Politics of old giving way to peace and understanding. Standing as one against hate and intolerance. Reaching out to other communities to work together to help stop radicalization. Accepting others point of view. Encourage dialog and compromise. Helping those who are down on their luck. Embracing all cultures and races. Working together for a better world one random act of kindness at a time.Who is with me! Stand up for what is right and speak out when something is wrong.
Everyone breathing is broken. Keep breathing light into them until the stained glass collage takes your breath away.
You’re thinking, maybe it would be easier to let it sliplet it gosay ”I give up” one last time and give him a sad smile.You’re thinkingit shouldn’t be this hard,shouldn’t be this dark,thinkinglove could flow easily with no holding backand you’ve seen others find their match and build something greattogether,of each other,like two halves fitting perfectly and now they achieve great thingsone by one, always together, and it seems grand.But you love him. Love him like a black stone in your chest you couldn’t live without because it fits in there. Makes you who you are and the thought of him gone—no more—makes your chest tighten up and maybe this is your fairytale. Maybe this is your castle.You could get it all on a shiny piece of glass with wooden stools and a neverending blooming gardenbut that’s not yours. This is yours. The cracks and the faults, the ugly words in the winterwalking home alone and angrybut falling asleep thinking you love him.This is your fairy tale. The quiet in the hallway, wishing for him to turn around, tell you to stay, tell you to please don’t go I need youlike you need meand maybe it’s not a Jane Austen novel but this is your novel and your castleand you can run from it your whole life but this is herein front of you.Maybe nurture it?Sweet girl, maybe close the world off and look at him for an houror two.This is your fairy. It ain’t perfect and it ain’t honey sweet with roses on the bed.It’s real and raw and ugly at times. But this is your love. Don’t throw it away searching for someone else’s love. Don’t be greedy. Instead, shelter it. Protect it. Capture every second of easy, pull through every storm of hardship. And when you can, look at him, lying next to you, trusting you not to harm him. Trusting you not to go. Be someone’s someone for someone.Be that someone for him.That’s your fairy tale. This is your castle.Now move in. Build a home. Build a house. Build a safety around things you love. It’s yours if you make it so.Welcome home, sweet girl, it will be all be fine.
How come love sounds so violent? You fall head over heels. You’re struck by Cupid’s arrow. You take the risk of having your heart broken. From an outside perspective, it sounds impossibly painful, not worth the trouble. And yet we do it every day. We keep coming back for more. Why? If it weren’t so perilous, maybe we wouldn’t crave it so much. Maybe it has to be brutal, in order to work. People come in so many shapes and sizes that it takes a bit of force in order to fit together perfectly. But you know what they say about a break that heals: it’s always stronger than before.
Love transports mortal beings to the existential plane of spiritual eternity transcending the emotional, mental, and physical limitations of an inaccurately perceived finite existence.
The love of God knows no end.Lord may your boundless and unfailing love surround us.
Happiness is surrounding yourself only with those who bestow their unconditional love and support.
I’m not sure if I managed to respond or not; maybe it was all just in my head, a dream, like all others, in which he sneaks into my head when I don’t have any power to hold him at arm’s length.But William was right about one thing.I did have sweet dreams, or maybe it was just a beautiful nightmare.
To faith doubt is a sin, to science a virtue, to love a cancer and to life, suicide
The idea of practicing love is deeply appealing to me, because built right in is an acceptance of imperfection. There is an acknowledgment to myself that I am going to mess this up, an understanding that there is room to grow. Each of my failures just affirms the truth that we are all starting over and rising again.
Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here… Loving you from a distance…
To many, eternal love lasts forever. But for me, eternal love is not about duration. It is about a divine something which puts this life into something way beyond what is physical, what is timed, and what is measured.”Sophia to Michael
And I think missing you hurts the most when something funny happens. Because in that one moment I find myself laughing, and within the next second I want to tell or text you what happened. And then it hits me again, every single time, that you aren’t there anymore. That I lost that one thing that mattered to me.
Love notes to my husband, Jeremiah Nii Mama Akita; I will always love you. I am grateful for a blessed life shared with you.
I'm comming to You.You are blazing.I'm giving You a rose.It embalms sweet.I'm givin a kiss...I melt of You.I melt and flow with You.Like an ice in a spring river.I melt and stay. Sun will vaporise us.It will take us up into clouds.And then we both will fall.Drop by drop.We'll fall out of the sky.We'll raise from dew to fog.Every sunny warm morning.We'll let the wind pull us with him.Cooling our selves in forest shadows.There in silence we'll cool offOne from another.But in stormy days and nights.We'll billow and crash.One to another.Like crazy and wild.We'll churn into white foam.Ashore in sands we'll waitFor the yellow october leavesInto them we'll fall asleep.We'll fall into and freeze.We'll freeze and melt againAnd flow and raise and fall again.Over and over againEven if we were in separete glasses of water.We would moove together and whisper.Even if in the oceans mixed.We would moove together and sing.I'm comming to You.You are blazing.I'm giving You a roseIt embalms sweet....If I'll ever meet You.I' ll take our time...To dance dance dance dance with You...
- What’s there to talk about? I love you, you love me. Nothing else matters, love is the most important thing. The rest will come by itself.- No, Elida. You’re mistaken. Everything is important while sharing a life together. Love, honesty, habits, affinities. Everything. One is fulfilling the other and one can’t exist without the other.
May our lives and gentle spirit be evident to all that we are members of God's family.
I wasn't in love with Aidan's wife but I am in love with the idea of caring about someone like that, so you’d alter the pattern of your life and become a better person. ... I want to find someone who will travel this path with me, so that we can discover hidden places together and make each other happy.
Feel fee to be a usin' anythin' in the house, an' if there be anythin' thet ya be needin', make a list. I go to town most saturdays fer supplies, an' I can be a pickin' it up then. When ya feel more yerself like, ya might want to come along an' do yer own choosin'.
Don’t have the power to make someone happy…?’ Icriticized.‘I have the power, the desire… But No marriage, No girlfriend stuff… When I feel like doing something crazy, I can pay and get a girl in bed… No emotions, no argument, and no expectations, just I want to fuck and fulfil my desire, that’s it…! Darling, there is nothing like ‘LOVE’, everything revolves around the four lettered word – ‘FUCK’, understood…?’ he explained naughtily.
Say it aloud! Let everyone hear... I want a crazy lover who isn't afraid of shouting my name from rooftops, or in busy streets, or during an argument. I want a crazy love where freedom sparks in, two bodies and souls are sewed together, and there is nothing artificial nor any kind of societal pressure. Is it hard to search or too much to ask for?
No matter how much time and space may come between us, I still feel you.
Nothing is more excruciating than hopelessly longing for lost love.
I fell in love with him. But I don't just stay with him by default as if there's no one else available to me. I stay with him because I choose to, every day that I wake up, every day that we fight or lie to each other. I choose him over and over again, and he chooses me.
Real love ought to be more like a tree and less like a flower. That's the kind of love my parents had. Not so consuming and more everlasting. And you see that tree over there? Now it's only showing green leaves, but during the spring it's covered in flowers. Because as reliable as trees are, they can also speak of beauty and passion.
Maybe you're right, Red. Maybe I am hateful. Maybe I ruined your life. Maybe I'm the devil, and the worst thing that ever happened to you, and a million other awful things... But did you ever stop to think that even if I am a monster... I might be your soulmate, anyway?
The thing about love is one can never define it exactly. And as much of a mystery as that is and as familiar it is when we acknowledge it, words just aren't enough. So we find ourselves scratching the walls while our hair is falling out. Then we can't live without it. We become addicts.
Love, comes to steal you like a thief in the night. It aims to take your most precious from you. It gags, you, binds you, cripples you to keep you from running away, rips off your skin making you raw, and holds you ransomed asking for so much wealth one is forced into imprisonment…isn’t is beautiful?
Love is patient. Love is kind. It does not eny anyone or anything. Love never boasts and it's never proud. Love is not rude, it's not self serving, self absorbed or conceited. Love is no t easily provoked to anger. It doesn't hold grudges nor does it keep records of who was right and who was wrong. Love does not consult with evil instead it rejoices in the truth. Love always protects. Love always trust. Love always hopes. Love always perseveres. And love never fails.
Thinking outside the box only works if you know everything inside it. Don’t compare your chapter 1 to someone else’s chapter 20. That’s the biggest mistake young entrepreneurs do and end up getting disappointed. The ones you call conventional are the business models, which have been optimized and modified at various stages over a long period of time. You need to work hard and be a bit more patient.
Know that when I kiss your foreheadand not your lips it is to let you knowthat I kiss your dreams, your imagination and your intellect.When I kiss your lips you will know that I will be appealing to your body,asking to consummate desire and passion that overwhelms us leaving our souls breathless.
May be its hard for others, but not for me; I am strong enough to deal with it. For my love’ I am ready to sacrifice my pleasures, rest, everything I have and my entire life for nothing in return; not even a single simile and with all that feelings; I am not sure that, “it is love” is it love?
Whenever I heard it, whoever said it to me, it felt the same. Like it didn't really mean anything. Because they weren't saying it about the real me. But what if they were? What if everyone who ever said they loved you meant it?How could they? How could any of them have ever meant it when no one but you has ever really known the real me?