What I cannot love I overlook.
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.To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of lovingTo rest at noon hour and meditate loves ecstasyTo return home at eventide with gratitudeAnd then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.
She cast her fragrance and her radiance over me. I ought never to have run away from her... I ought to have guessed all the affection that lay behind her poor little stratagems. Flowers are so inconsistent But I was too young to know how to love her...
In this world it is too common for people to search for someone to lose themselves in. But I am already lost. I will look for someone to find myself in.
If love be rough with you be rough with love. Prick love for pricking and you beat love down.
Falling in love should be the easiest thing in the world but its not.
When she opened her eyes she was both in her body and watching it nowhere near the cavity of the tree. The Blue that was before her stood inches from a boy in an Aglionby sweater. There was a slight stoop to his posture and his shoulders were spattered darkly with rain. It was his fingers that Blue felt on her face. He touched her cheek with the backs of his fingers. Tears coursed down the other Blues face. Though some strange magic Blue could feel them on her face as well. She could feel too sick rising misery shed felt in the churchyard the grief that felt bigger than her. The other Blues tears seemed endless. One drop slid after another each following an identical path down her cheeks.The boy in the Aglionby sweater leaned his forehead against Blues. She felt the pressure of his skin against hers and suddenly she could smell mint. Itll be okay. Gansey told the other Blue. She could tell that he was afraid. Itll be okay.Impossibly Blue realized that this other Blue was crying because she loved Gansey. And that the reason Gansey touched her like that his fingers so careful with her was because he knew that her kiss could kill him. She could feel how badly the other Blue wanted to kiss him even as she dreaded it. Though she couldnt understand why her real present day memories in the tree cavity were clouded with other false memories of their lips nearly touching a life this other Blue had already lived.Okay Im ready- Ganseys voice caught just a little. Blue kiss me.
Maybe we shouldnt be looking for love. Maybe we should be looking for a person. Because maybe you can find love in a person but not have that person. So if you look for love what you will find is love. But if you want to belong to someone and you want someone to belong to you you should look for a person.
You can be in love and you can be in a relationship. But theyre not always the same thing.
Η παλίρροια είναι το φαινόμενο της περιοδικής ανάβασης και της κατάβασης της στάθμης του νερού της θάλασσας, που όταν εξαφανιστεί εντελώς γίνεται η άμπωτη. Ενώ στην παλίρροια επανέρχεται η θάλασσα, ανάλογα με την κίνηση του φεγγαριού.
You know he said under normal circumstances you inviting me to the bedroom would be the highlight of my day.I crossed my arms and sat on the bed. I did so out of simple fatigue but a moment later I was struck by what I was doing. This is where Adrian sleeps. Im touching the covers hes wrapped in every night. What does he wear Does he wear anythingI jumped up.
Sometimes loneliness makes the loudest noise.
I could feel the warmth of his presence as if a soft blanket had been wrapped around my soul around my heart. It held me and protected me. It sheltered me and I knew I wasnt alone anymore.
Those who cannot conceive Friendship as a substantive love but only as a disguise or elaboration of Eros betray the fact that they have never had a Friend. The rest of us know that though we can have erotic love and friendship for the same person yet in some ways nothing is less like a Friendship than a love-affair. Lovers are always talking to one another about their love Friends hardly ever about their Friendship. Lovers are normally face to face absorbed in each other Friends side by side absorbed in some common interest. Above all Eros while it lasts is necessarily between two only. But two far from being the necessary number for Friendship is not even the best. And the reason for this is important.... In each of my friends there is something that only some other friend can fully bring out. By myself I am not large enough to call the whole man into activity I want other lights than my own to show all his facets... Hence true Friendship is the least jealous of loves. Two friends delight to be joined by a third and three by a fourth if only the newcomer is qualified to become a real friend. They can then say as the blessed souls say in Dante Here comes one who will augment our loves. For in this love to divide is not to take away.
I never understood how men could remember all those details about sports but yet were incapable of remembering where they set their car keys or wallet.
I believe that love--not imitation--is the sincerest form of flattery. Your imitator thinks that you can be duplicated your lover knows you cant.
...Despite the mayhem that followed Bruno found that he was still holding Shmuels hand in his own and nothing in the world would have persuaded him to let go.
Age has no reality except in the physical world. The essence of a human being is resistant to the passage of time. Our inner lives are eternal which is to say that our spirits remain as youthful and vigorous as when we were in full bloom. Think of love as a state of grace not the means to anything but the alpha and omega. An end in itself.