That’s what life is about. Those moments when you feel entirely carefree, like nothing can touch you. It’s those moments that make the hard parts so worth it. It’s moments like that that make this heartache bearable. I know it’ll pass – my moments will come.
We mistake sex for romance. Guys are taught that pushing a girl against a wall is romance. Sex is easy; you can do it with anyone, yourself, with batteries. Romance is when someone you like walks into a room, and they take your breath away. Romance is when two people are dancing, and they fit together perfectly. Romance is when two people are walking next to each other, and all of the sudden they find themselves holding hands, and they don’t know how that happened.
So I kept building walls, they were getting stronger and steadier each time. It got easier to keep everyone out, It got easier to stay inside.
Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it. You have to participate relentlessly in the manifestations of your own blessings. And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it. You must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it.
Nostalgia: it’s a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards…it takes a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called the wheel, it’s called the carousel. It let’s us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.
It took my breath away. How could anybody confuse truth with beauty? Truth came with sunken eyes, bones, scars, decay. It’s teeth are bad, its hair gray and unkempt…. while beauty was empty as a gourd. It’s as vain as a parakeet. But, it had power… it smelled of musk and oranges and made you close your eyes in a prayer.
I love this spot. It’s like heaven. Right here on Earth. Maybe that’s what heaven is. Maybe we go through life collecting people and places we love, and they become our heaven.
I spent a lot of time being miserable. It’s like misery’s an old friend. And it tricks you sometimes into thinking that it’s just always gonna be there, and that you can’t be happy. But you can. You can walk away from pain. And I think being love’s the best way to do it.
Some days, I get such a sick feeling. Everything about my life seems so empty, so meaningless. Each minute holds something familiar, something I saw yesterday and the days before. Every second seems to drag on and my hearts feels so lonely. I feel so bored with my life and everything in it. And then other days, everything feels so great. The sky sings pretty songs of love and I can’t help but smile. Everything I encounter gives me that same feeling of the warm sun on my skin after you’ve been cold for so long. I have hope and everything is bright, and new, and so, lovely.
I always said I’d never let you get to me, but congratulations, you finally did it. You’ve won this war and there’s nothing I can do about it.
I suck with words, but sometimes words aren’t the thing. Love isn’t about words, it’s about what you do, and what I did - running away, it was stupid. We both know love is a big, scary, evil concept, but if you feel it, it’s going to follow you around like a dog. I didn’t mean to say that love is a dog. I just mean, I’m not going anywhere. I love you. If love beats us up, let’s just beat it up right back. We can do this. If you’re ready to jump, I’ll be right there to catch you.
Next time you’re stressed, take a step back, inhale and laugh. Remember who you are & why you are here. You’re never given anything in this world that you cannot handle. Be strong, be flexible, love yourself & love others. Always remember, just keep moving forward.
There is an inner beauty about a woman who believes in herself. Who knows she’s capable of anything she puts her mind to. There’s a beauty in the strength and determination of a woman who follows her own path. Who isn’t thrown off by obstacles along the way? There’s a beauty about a woman whose confidence comes from experiences. Who knows she can fall, pick herself up, and go on.