“I look at my much in love parents, and their cutest ever tiffs.
How they get back to talking because they cannot just, not talk, to
each other, for too long. They sulk, and talk, but talk. Never a day
without talking. Such, is how love should be. I look at them and
my cup runneth over!”
Source: LOVE TOUCHES ONCE & NEVER LEAVES ...A Blooming & Moving Love Saga!
“Parents’ love is not conscious, rather it is ethereally organic.
Parents’ love is not seasonal. Their love is a voluntary decision to
be with their offspring, no matter what. Their love does not need
answers, confirmation, validation, or acceptance. It thrives on its
own and overflows like the purest waters from the mountains,
irrespective of what it may have to cascade through. The deepest
cockles of my heart reverberate with their love and keep me on the
go.”
Source: LOVE TOUCHES ONCE & NEVER LEAVES ...A Blooming & Moving Love Saga!
“People make sounds of disgust, which sparks anger in me. How can they sit here and be more displeased by me telling the truth, than by the truth itself?”
Source: A Kind of Spark
“We can choose to believe in ourselves, and thus to strive, to risk, to persevere, and to achieve. Or we can choose to cling to security and mediocrity. We can choose to set no limits on ourselves, to set high goals and dream big dreams. We can use those dreams to fuel our spirits with passion.”
Source: How Champions Think: In Sports and in Life
“As the leaves fell slowly
from the trees,
you played your violin for me,
and I recited my poem for you...”
“And somehow, the thunder in him silenced the thunder in me.”
Source: As Muses Burn
“Civil war in man between reason and passions.
If there were only reason without passions.
If there were only passions without reason.
But since he has both he cannot be free from war, for he can only be at peace with the one if he is at war with the other.”
Source: Pensées
“Some one has killed herself for love of you. I wish that I had ever had such an experience. It would have made me in love with love for the rest of my life.”
Source: The Picture Of Dorian Gray
“It makes it even, but look at us now. We were up on a mountain. We were up so high, Frank. We had it all, out there, that night. I didn't know I could feel anything like that. And we kissed and sealed it so it would be there forever, no matter what happened. We had more than any two people in the world. And then we fell down. First you, and then me. Yes, it makes it even. We're down here together. But we're not up high any more. Our beautiful mountain is gone.”
Source: The Postman Always Rings Twice
“Philosophy does not claim to secure for us anything outside our control. Otherwise it would be taking on matters that do not concern it. For as wood is the material of the carpenter, and marble that of the sculptor, so the subject matter of the art of life is the life of the self.”
Source: Discourses and Selected Writings