It’s okay to love something a little too much,as long as it’s real to you.
I have nothing to give but my heart so full and these empty hands.”
“They’re not empty now.
The feeling of loving her and being loved by her welled up in him, and he could taste the adrenaline in the back of his throat, and maybe it wasn’t over, and maybe he could feel her hand in his again and hear her loud, brash voice contort itself into a whisper to say I-love-you as if it were a secret, and an immense one.
I’ve never been the one. Not for anybody.”
He closed the distance between them.
“You’ll get used to it.” He tipped her face up to his, kissed her.
“Why? Why am I the one?”
“Because my life opened up, and it flooded with color when you walked back into it.
We can disagree and still love each other unless your disagreement is rooted in my oppression and denial of my humanity and right to exist.
We fear that evaluating our needs and then carefully choosing partners will reveal that there is no one for us to love. Most of us prefer to have a partner who is lacking than no partner at all. What becomes apparent is that we may be more interested in finding a partner than in knowing love.
So many believe that it is love that grows, but it is the knowing that grows and love simply expands to contain it.
If she’s not careful, I might just fall in love with her. Tonight.
She let out a laugh, and then she put her hand over her mouth, like she was angry at herself for forgetting her sadness.
And it is you, spirit–with will and energy, and virtue and purity–that I want, not alone with your brittle frame.
Love moderately. Long love doth so.
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
*Love each other in moderation. That is the key to long-lasting love. Too fast is as bad as too slow.*
Some people are easier to love when you don’t have to be around them.
I really don’t even know you, and yet, in my life, you are forever entangled; to my history, inextricably bound.
I’ve loved him my whole life, and somewhere along the way, that love didn’t change but grew. It grew to fill the parts of me that I did not have when I was a child. It grew with every new longing of my body and desire until there was not a piece of me that did not love him. And when I look at him, there is no other feeling in me.
You are what happiness means to me. And I would rather have today with you than forever with anyone else.
Denna is a wild thing,” I explained. “Like a hind or a summer storm. If a storm blows down your house, or breaks a tree, you don’t say the storm was mean. It was cruel. It acted according to its nature and something unfortunately was hurt. The same is true of Denna.
I wish the night would end,
I wish the day’d begin,
I wish it would rain or snow,
or the wind would blow,
or the grass would grow,
I wish I had yesterday,
I wish there were games to play…
You have to live each hour as if it’s your last and each day as if you were immortal. – Kate Sheffield
A quiet but indomitable voice behind me said, “I believe this is my dance.” It was him. I could feel his presence. The warmth of him seeped into my back, and I quivered all over like spring leaves in a warm breeze.
I can’t sleep, I can’t eat, I can’t do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.
I keep thinking about this river somewhere, with the water moving really fast. And these two people in the water, trying to hold onto each other, holding on as hard as they can, but in the end it’s just too much. The current’s too strong. They’ve got to let go, drift apart.
But you’re so busy changing the world
Just one smile can change all of mine
You know what the secret is? It’s so simple. We love one another. We’re nice to one another. Do you know how rare that is? – Carmen
We’d read about sirens in English this fall; Greek mythology bullshit about women so beautiful, their voices so enchanting, that men did anything for them. Turned out that mythology crap was real because every time I saw her, I lost my mind.
Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.
Why wouldn’t you tell someone you loved them? Once you loved someone, you repeated it until they were tired of hearing it. You said it until it ceased to have meaning. Why not? Of course, you goddamn did.
Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.
Is it possible not to ever know your type-not to even know you have a type-until quite suddenly you do?
No, I don’t miss you… Not in a way that one is missed.
But I think of you.
Sometimes.
In the way that one might think of the summer sunshine
On a winter night…
I want to love you without clutching, appreciate you without judging, join you without invading, invite you without demanding, leave you without guilt, criticize you without blaming, and help you without insulting. If I can have the same from you, then we can truly meet and enrich each other.
Every time I read to her, it was like I was courting her, because sometimes, just sometimes, she would fall in love with me again, just like she had a long time ago. And that’s the most wonderful feeling in the world. How many people are ever given that chance? To have someone you love fall in love with you over and over?
Marveling at his own boldness, he said softly, “I would enter your sleep if I could, and guard you there, and slay the thing that hounds you, as I would if it had the courage to face me in fair daylight. But I cannot come in unless you dream of me.
Two separate beings, in different circumstances, face to face in freedom and seeking justification of their existence through one another, will always live an adventure full of risk and promise.” (p. 248)
The Eskimo has fifty-names for snow because it is important to them; there ought to be as many for love.
The true measure of a man is how he treats you when others are not looking.
We have all known the long loneliness and we have learned that the only solution is love and that love comes with community.
Think of it! We could have gone on longing for one another and pretending not to notice forever. This obsession with dignity can ruin your life if you let it.
If we only fell in love with people who were perfect for us…then there wouldn’t be so much fuss about love in the first place.
For some people, “the point of no return” begins at the very moment their souls become aware of each others’ existence.
When male authors write love stories, the heroine tends to end up dead.
The reality of loving God is loving him like he’s a Superhero who actually saved you from stuff rather than a Santa Claus who merely gave you some stuff.
I’m with you. No matter what else you have in your head I’m with you and I love you.
Her heart – like every heart, if only its fallen sides were cleared away – was an inexhaustible fountain of love: she loved everything she saw.
Often you don’t know whether a woman is friend, enemy or lover until it is too late. Sometimes, she is all three.
I know what I have given you…
I do not know what you have received.
A generous heart is always open, always ready to receive our going and coming. In the midst of such love we need never fear abandonment. This is the most precious gift true love offers – the experience of knowing we always belong.
You have corrupted my imagination and inflamed my blood…