My heart was broken, then shattered again and a third time, and more. I settled. I was hurt by staying where I shouldn’t have. I spent years alone. I learned. I healed. I grew. So by the time you came along I was ready to love and be loved.
By an Elephant Article by Kate Rose
…our deepest
heartbreak
is only meant
to help lead
us to the love
of our life
because
without it,
we might
never know
what that
actually
looks like.
I am connected to you and always will be. We drift apart and come back together, each time a little closer. So many differences and yet so much love. And so we keep trying for each other, even in those times we part.
American photographer, song writer and author Dominic Riccitello
Looking
back
and
wondering
if it
could
have
worked
eventually
hurts
more
than trying
and failing.
The experience of my heart urges caution. My memory says be careful. My spirit says “lean in” and let yourself be known. I hesitate. Yet there is something about you that attracts me like iron to a magnet.
German-born poet, novelist, and painter Hermann Karl Hesse
Love must
have
the strength
to become
certain
within
itself.
Then it
ceases
merely
to be
attracted
and begins
to attract.
Great kindness may be expressed by loving, but love itself offers none. Peace may be found through loving, but love specifically brings none. Fulfillment may come from loving, but love alone does not offer it. Love offers nothing but fertile ground for all the highest and lowest of feeling and emotion to grow.
American author and motivational speaker Leo Buscaglia
To love is to
risk not
being loved
in return.
To hope is
to risk pain.
To try is
to risk failure,
but risk
must be taken,
because
the greatest
hazard in life
is to risk
everything.
Love…
…is almost always a surprise and rarely ever planned. It can begin to arrive without warning for one you’ve just met or grow ever so slowly within everyday association. The one certain thing about love is nothing about it is certain.
English Romantic poet John Keats to Fanny Brawne
I have been astonished
that men could die martyrs
for their religion –
I have shudder’d at it.
I shudder no more.
I could be martyr’d
for my religion.
Love is my religion
And I could die for that.
Love Letter Daily 