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My thoughts on this Monday.....Reality continues to ruin my life. Calvin and Hobbes.
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"At the first kiss I felt something melt inside me that hurt in an exquisite way. All my longings, all my dreams and sweet anguish, All the secrets that slept deep within me came awake, Everything was transformed and enchanted, everything made sense."
~Herman Hesse "After awhile you learn the subtle difference between holding a hand and chaining a soul. And you learn that love doesn't mean security, And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts. And presents aren't promises. And you begin to accept your defeats with you head up and your eyes open. With the grace of maturity, not the grief of a child. And you learn to build all your roads on. Today because tommorow's ground is too uncertain for plans, And futures have a way of falling down in mid-flight. After awhile you learn that even sunshine burns if you get too much. So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul, Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers. And you learn that you really can endure... That you really are strong. And that you really do have worth. And you learn and learn and learn... With every goodbye you learn." ~Veronica A. Shoffstall |
The truth will set you free, but it will first piss you off.
Gloria Steinem :hamactor: |
"Jealousy is a keen observer, but looks for all the wrong signs."
~Unknown "Children always know when company is in the living room - they can hear their mother laughing at their father's jokes." ~Unknown |
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"This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, to cause a hundred veils to fall each moment. First to let go of life. Finally, to take a step without feet."
~ Rumi |
I guess to some extent, you get used to being alone. You get used to not expecting phone calls & having nothing to do at night. You don’t expect to turn around to open arms any longer. The small sounds of her have been replaced by silence. Your thoughts echo through your head, with no one to share them with. All in all, being alone isn’t terrible, it just hurts like hell…
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The best love is the kind that awakens the soul; that makes us reach for more, that plants the fire in our hearts and brings peace to our minds. That’s what I hope to give you forever.
– The Notebook |
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“Once there was a tree, and she loved a little boy.”
― Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree |
"All you have to do is pay attention:
Lessons always arrive when you are ready, and if you can read the signs, you will learn everything you need to know in order to take the next step." -Paul Coelho |
It's always too early to quit.-Norman Vincent Peale
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Conscience is a man's compass. Vincent Van Gogh
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Choice by Angela Morgan
I'd rather have the thought of you To hold against my heart, My spirit to be taught of you With west winds blowing, Than all the warm caresses Of another love's bestowing, Or all the glories of the world In which you had no part. I'd rather have the theme of you To thread my nights and days, I'd rather have the dream of you With faint stars glowing, I'd rather have the want of you, The rich, elusive taunt of you Forever and forever and forever unconfessed Than claim the alien comfort Of any other's breast. O lover! O my lover, That this should come to me! I'd rather have the hope of you, Ah, Love, I'd rather grope for you Within the great abyss Than claim another's kiss- Alone I'd rather go my way Throughout eternity. |
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