…saved me. The caring of friends began my healing, the support of a former lover was good medicine and learning to love myself was the cure. Strength is not always forceful and bold. Love is tender, gentle and arrives softly, but is strong beyond measure.
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…is mystery. No, it is happiness; or a communion of kindred spirits; or maybe love is a tender touch and a gentle hand. Surely it must be passion, hope and the stuff of dreams. Love is all these things and a hundred more like them.
…is a mystery. Hindsight always seems so clear while what’s ahead appears to be obscured in fog. Time is slowly vaporizing like hazy mist in the morning sun and one day, I too, will evaporate back to where I once came from. If I am the first to go, I’ll wait for you there.
…in my heart is high like mountains; balanced like level plains; beautifully colorful as a spring meadow and smooth as a worn river stone. The uneven ground of thought, deserts of doubt and rough edges of a routine day are no match for love’s power.
…bestows the strength to feel safe in surrender. Becoming stronger comes from a heart receiving what completes it: love. Fear and worry do not depart. Instead such shadows become small in the radiant light of love.
Poem by a writer unknown/anonymous
so hard that even
smiles at you;
so strong that even
so true that even
walks out of the way;
life so well that even
loves to see you exist.
…is nearby when one writes to the other “I will go to walk around the capital thinking about you and me… once hold hands… walking together here”. Only an open heart can recognize another open heart.
…begins as “like” and if it grows steady and sure, love takes firm root. It’s possible to love and not like someone, but rarely is this a happy union. A couple who loves and likes one another are true friends and committed lovers.
French romantic composer, Hector Berlioz
It is so rare…
a complete person,
with a soul,
and an imagination;
so rare for characters
as ardent and restless
as ours to meet
and to be matched
that I hardly know how
to tell you what happiness
it gives me to know you.
…is this swelling feeling in my chest when I think of you; it is the sparkle in my soul when I recall spending time with you; it is an inexplicable knowing no one will ever touch me like you; it’s an emotional force stronger than any other I’ve known.
Dialogue from the Fox Network T.V. show “The OC”
I don’t pretend to know
what love is for everyone,
but I can tell you what it is for me;
love is knowing all about someone,
and still wanting to be with them
more than any other person,
love is trusting them enough
to tell them everything
about yourself, including
the things you might be ashamed of,
love is feeling comfortable
and safe with someone,
but still getting weak knees
when they walk into a room
and smile at you.
…is the surprise of coming home and finding a card you left neatly tucked by my front door. Reading your words of fondness for me exceed what I can see in myself, yet reading them makes me want to be more than I am.
…makes my spirits soar with delight when I think of all its possibilities. Two hearts become the most magical human creation in the world when they become fused together by the resolve of two willing souls. Once so, they can never be fully separated again.
From “The Alchemist” by Paul Coelho
When you are
you can do anything
When you are
there’s no need
at all to understand
happens within you.