Honesty is the only way with anyone, when you’ll be so close as to be living inside each other’s skins.
When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.
Your father calls you to his court. You need not pack. You go garbed in glorious raiment. He waits eagerly by his palace doors to welcome you, and has prepared a place at the high table, by his side, in the company of the great-souled, honored, and best-beloved.
If you cannot love yourself, you have no chance to love another person.
Nothing happens… but first a dream.
You cannot touch the clouds, you know; but you feel the rain and know how glad the flowers and the thirsty earth are to have it after a hot day. You cannot touch love either; but you feel the sweetness that it pours into everything. Without love you would not be happy or want to play.
Obedience is the gateway through which knowledge, yes, and love, too, enter the mind of the child.
When you’re an introvert like me and you’ve been lonely for a while, and then you find someone who understands you, you become really attached to them. It’s a real release.
when your happiness is someone else’s happiness, that is love
Be avid. Create apart from perfection. Risk failure. Cover your words with sweat. Run a little Touch excruciatingly. Laugh until you cry. Dance with your eyes closed. Care. Understand you die a little in every moment. Be Enlivened
Gift the love of your life with undistracted, untelevisioned, unhurried attentiveness.
Go ahead. Weep for the rare, the never seen this way again, the excruciating, ineffable, unmitigated beauty of love.
Take time to play! Ask for what you want. Laugh. Live loudly. Be avid. Learn a new thing. Be Yourself!
We listen. We listen. We move. We sit. It rains. The sun comes out. (there stands a friend) We listen. We laugh. We share. We sit. We dance. It rains. There stands a friend. We listen. We share. We sit. We dance. The sun comes up. There. I stand, a friend.
Pain is a difficult companion. There’s no getting around that. But, if pain is to be a companion, searching and discovering your own best ways to travel with that pain will lead you to the joy that you long to have. They are your paths, your ways and while my experience and the experiences of others may inspire you, ultimately it will be the choices you discover and make for yourself that lead you to certain joy in the midst of your challenges.
Love never goes away; it just changes form.
Love is to understand, at last, the suffering of another.
Cats can work out mathematically the exact place to sit that will cause most inconvenience.
The definition of a beautiful woman is one who loves me.
I’m just a glutton for spas and messages. And I love to surf and hike.
If I freely may discover<br>What should please me in my lover,<br>I would have her fair and witty,<br>Savouring more of court than city;<br>A little proud, but full of pity;<br>Light and humorous in her toying,<br>Oft building hopes, and soon destroying,<br>Long, but sweet in the enjoying;<br>Neither too easy nor to hard;<br>All extremes I would have barr’d.
In the hope to meet <br>Shortly again, and make our absence sweet.
For whose sake, henceforth, all his vows be such, As what he loves may never like too much.
Who falls for love of God, shall rise a star.
Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, ‘Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.
When you feel a connection, a gut connection, a heart connection, it’s a very special thing. What’s familiar to everyone is watching people falling in love; it doesn’t happen on screen that often. People fall in lust, then they’re suddenly together.
In love one had need of being believed, in friendship of being understood.
It wasn’t like I made his world better. It was like I was his world. It wasn’t some explosion; it wasn’t fireworks. It was a fire, burning slowly from the inside out.
True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.
Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break anyway.
Maybe this isn’t the right thing to say, but I want you to know: When you ran for the stage, I’ve never been so proud of you in all my life. You’ve always been beautiful; you’ve always been talented. And now I know that your moral compass is perfectly aligned, that you see clearly when things are wrong, and you do everything you can to stop it. As a father, I can’t ask for more. I love you America. And I’m so so proud.
There are only two things that are absolute realities, love and knowledge, and you can’t escape them.
Perhaps the old monks were right when they tried to root love out; perhaps the poets are right when they try to water it. It is a blood-red flower, with the color of sin; but there is always the scent of a god about it.
Now we have no God. We have had two: the old God that our fathers handed down to us, that we hated, and never liked; the new one that we made for ourselves, that we loved; but now he has flitted away from us, and we see what he was made of – the shadow of our highest ideal, crowned and throned. Now we have no God.
Real holiness has love for its essence, humility for its clothing, the good of others as its employment, and the honor of God as its end.