How we love others is affected by how we love ourselves, and for the first time in a long time, I was whole.
I can chase you, and I can catch you, but there is nothing I can do to make you mine.
There seemed to be three choices: to give up trying to love anyone, to stop being selfish, or to learn to love a person while continuing to be selfish.
I need to figure out the secret. I need to work out how to keep things flying back to me instead of always flying away.
Carol Rifka Brunt
A woman with romance in her life lived as grandly as a queen, because her heart was treasured.
We ought not to be weary of doing little things for the love of God, who regards not the greatness of the work, but the love with which it is performed.
I caught myself thinking about falling in love with someone who I hoped was out there right now thinking about the possibility of me, but I quickly banished the notion. It was that kind of thinking that landed me in this situation to begin with. Hope can ruin you.
Love is no game. People cut their ears off over this stuff. People jump off the Eiffel Tower and sell all their possessions and move to Alaska to live with the grizzly bears, and then they get eaten and nobody hears them when they scream for help. That’s right. Falling in love is pretty much the same thing as being eaten alive by a grizzly bear.
I am not yours, not lost in you, Not lost, although I long to be Lost as a candle lit at noon, Lost as a snowflake in the sea.
You love me, and I find you still A spirit beautiful and bright, Yet I am I, who long to be Lost as a light is lost in light.
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In a strong relationship, you should love your companion more than you need them.
Nobody really knows her Except the chosen few Her secrets are kept hidden Behind that sun-kissed hue.
If I reach out to touch her She’ll just run away My Forever and Always Will have to wait another day.
Her life with others no longer interests him. He wants only her stalking beauty, her theatre of expressions. He wants the minute secret reflection between them, the depth of field minimal, their foreignness intimate like two pages of a closed book.
Love is giving up control. It’s surrendering the desire to control the other person. The two—love and controlling power over the other person—are mutually exclusive. If we are serious about loving someone, we have to surrender all the desires within us to manipulate the relationship.