“It is not so incomprehensible as you pretend, sweet pea. Love is the feeling we have for those we care deeply about and hold in high regard. It can be light as the hug we give a friend or heavy as the sacrifices we make for our children. It can be romantic, platonic, familial, fleeting, everlasting, conditional, unconditional, imbued with sorrow, stoked by sex, sullied by abuse, amplified by kindness, twisted by betrayal, deepened by time, darkened by difficulty, leavened by generosity, nourished by humor and loaded with promises and commitments that we may or may not want or keep.

The best thing you can possibly do with your life is to tackle the motherfucking shit out of it.”
― Cheryl Strayed

“I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick



I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.”
― David Levithan


“The purpose of relationship is not to have another who might complete you, but to have another with whom you might share your completeness.”
― Neale Donald Walsch

Love's Language by Ella Wheeler Wilcox

How does Love speak?
In the faint flush upon the telltale cheek,
And in the pallor that succeeds it; by
The quivering lid of an averted eye--
The smile that proves the parent to a sigh
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
By the uneven heart-throbs, and the freak
Of bounding pulses that stand still and ache,
While new emotions, like strange barges, make
Along vein-channels their disturbing course;
Still as the dawn, and with the dawn's swift force--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the avoidance of that which we seek--
The sudden silence and reserve when near--
The eye that glistens with an unshed tear--
The joy that seems the counterpart of fear,
As the alarmèd heart leaps in the breast,
And knows, and names, and greets its godlike guest--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the proud spirit suddenly grown meek--
The haughty heart grown humble; in the tender
And unnamed light that floods the world with splendor;
In the resemblance which the fond eyes trace
In all fair things to one belovèd face;
In the shy touch of hands that thrill and tremble;
In looks and lips that can no more dissemble--
Thus doth Love speak.

How does Love speak?
In the wild words that uttered seem so weak
They shrink ashamed in silence; in the fire
Glance strikes with glance, swift flashing high and higher,
Like lightnings that precede the mighty storm;
In the deep, soulful stillness; in the warm,
Impassioned tide that sweeps through throbbing veins,
Between the shores of keen delights and pains;
In the embrace where madness melts in bliss,
And in the convulsive rapture of a kiss--
Thus doth Love speak.

“If we all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours back.”

― Regina Brett

Being is. Being is in-itself. Being is what it is.--Jean-Paul Sartre

" Find someone who treasures you and you will live grandly, like royality."-Unknown

" Love is the passion of two hearts together, taking a dream and making it real." -Unknown


“A handsome prince, such as yourself, deserves someone who is no less than one hundred percent dedicated to him.”
― Colleen Houck

“Still, that's the point of love; you love someone despite their flaws.”
― Sophie Kinsella

Give it back.
 

Love is reckless; not reason.

Reason seeks a profit.

Love comes on strong, consuming herself, unabashed.


Yet, in the midst of suffering,

Love proceeds like a millstone,

hard surfaced and straightforward.


Having died to self-interest,

she risks everything and asks for nothing.

Love gambles away every gift God bestows.

Without cause God gave us Being;

without cause, give it back again.


- Rumi