While the impostor draws his identity from past achievements and the adulation of others, the true self claims identity in its belovedness. We encounter God in the ordinariness of life: not in the search for spiritual highs and extraordinary, mystical experiences but in our simple presence in life.

Be a crazy beloved to find your crazy lover.

Love yourself as you love your neighbour. If you love your neighbour with a heavy heart, love yourself too with a heavy heart.

A glorious death would be in myfinal breath to take before I die, to hearone final time on my belovèd’s mouththe sound of her eternal sigh.

The rope longed-for her beloved, the ceiling hook. The suspended body; a harbinger of good news. Love was lost. Love was found.

Birth our night into dayAnd bathe it clean,So that beloved things can glowTogether in a litter of light.

Our identity rests in God’s relentless tenderness for us revealed in Jesus Christ.

Everyone likes to be loved; no one is prepared to love.

To be happy and beloved have a tender heart, blissful thoughts, and a non-judgmental mind.

Insane love.Loving insanity.Insanity and love…

It was floating. Waiting. It had no sense of how long It had been in this state. Its awareness had retreated into a tiny core at the center of Its being, away from the searing torment of separation, Its very essence ripped apart. Never had It known such sensation. So It had retreated, further and...

Lo bueno de ser inmortal es que no puedes beber literalmente hasta caerte muerto, como lo hacen los niñatos universitarios de vez en cuando. Lo malo de ser inmortal es que no puedes beber hasta caerte muerto; y entonces, al despertar a la mañana siguiente o incluso un día más tarde, te toca comerte la...

There are two things which are mine in this world, You and my Dreams and I love them both by heart and soul….!

Forgiveness, compassion, and kindness are the fundamental ingredients of our beloved humanity.

My beloved isn’t dazzling light, Darkness is my beloved – The reason I’m so fond of her…

Enough,’ said Mercedes, ‘enough Edmond! Believe me that she who alone recognized you has been the only one to comprehend you. And had she crossed your path, and you had crushed her like a frail glass, still, Edmond, still she must have admired you! Like the gulf between me and the past, there is an...

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.

—… Ahora, vamos: dibuja un círculo, tan redondo como puedas. Tenía un mal presentimiento acerca de todo aquello. A pesar de ello, obedecí: así soy yo, siempre confiada y obediente. Ja.

LOVE should be the inspiration when Lover is the Surprise, and when LOVE is the Surprise , then Loved one must be the inspiration!

You are my loveMy source of joyYou are the joy You are the love Every chamber of your heart is like a flower, blooming and blooming Spreading love with the wind of thoughts I am floating in those divinely pure thoughts and feeling the happinessWhen I am in deep love, I gain the power of...

Yet, the man never goes slow! Feted against all the odds.How? Nobody knows.Undeterred, unabated, yet uncharted he goes…

her love was like jelly of the moonlight tempting to undress my darkness

Good night, belovedest. Your sleep will be sweet if there is any influences in the wishes of your own.

The engaged mind, illuminated by truth, awakens awareness; the engaged heart, affected by love, awakens passion. May I say once more – this essential energy of the soul is not an ecstatic trance, high emotion or a sanguine stance toward life: It is a fierce longing for God, an unyielding resolve to live in and...

Smile, my beloved, like the gold smiles from my father’s coffers.

Love is the essence of life,Love is the universal language of all creation,Love is the eternal desire,Love is the life’s flower with fragrance to share,So feel the longing for love and being beloved.

To all the true lovers: Your unconditional love is the reason why flowers bloom.To all the beloveds: You are the reason why universe came into existence.

We were made for God. Only by being in some respect like Him, only by being a manifestation of His beauty, lovingkindness, wisdom or goodness, has any earthly Beloved excited our love.

Jesus is a descendant of David, the beloved of God. Jesus is the only begotten Son of God who was born into this world and died and rose again. Saint John calls him the Word and the Light. When he died, he did so as atonement for our sins, and when he rose, he did...

To ignore, repress, or dismiss our feelings is to fail to listen to the stirrings of the Spirit within our emotional life. Jesus listened. In John’s Gospel we are told that Jesus was moved with the deepest emotions (11:33)… The gospel portrait of the beloved Child of Abba is that of a man exquisitely attuned...

I loved her for what I couldn’t understand about her. Love searches for the mystery in the beloved, seeks the unknowable.

Over the years, I have come to realize that the greatest trap in our life is not success, popularity, or power, but self-rejection. Success, popularity, and power can indeed present a great temptation, but their seductive quality often comes from the way they are part of the much larger temptation to self-rejection. When we have...

There’s a special place inside each and every heart where even lover & beloved are not allowed to enter as such. They dissolve & merge with eternity there.Once they enter that place, there is no coming back.

I don’t know how to talk because I’m feeling.I’m listening to my voice as if it were someone else’s,And my voice is speaking about her as if she were speaking.She has hair as blond as yellow wheat in the sun,And when she speaks her mouth says things that aren’t words.She laughs, and her teeth are...

I have the time and the heart to fall and feel in love, but I am scared that I cannot certainly tell the difference between a slut and a beloved anymore.

Silent solitude makes true speech possible and personal. If I am not in touch with my own belovedness, then I cannot touch the sacredness of others. If I am estranged from myself, I am likewise a stranger to others.

Come, let us speak with our bodies.Teach me how to please you.I am here to learn.Let us not waste this time.It is the hour of union.ComeAnd after you do,Come again.

Many voices ask for our attention. There is a voice that says, ‘Prove that you are a good person.’ Another voice says, ‘You’d better be ashamed of yourself.’ There also is a voice that says, ‘Nobody really cares about you,’ and one that says, ‘Be sure to become successful, popular, and powerful.’ But underneath all...

Real loved one’s aren’t afraid, and will suggest to you, what’s in your best interest because they wouldn’t want too see you suffer the consequences of, sideways, emotional impulse(s). To see you crash and burn, time after time, is the gratification of ‘yes folk’ lurking in your corner. You may not agree, but always consider...

And you, their best beloved one, are now to me, flesh of my flesh; blood of my blood; kin of my kin; my bountiful wine-press for awhile; and shall later on be my companion and my helper.

Good lovers are not good fuckers; because they cannot bear hurting their beloved.

As Venus within Eros does not really aim at pleasure, so Eros does not aim at happiness. We may think he does, but when he is brought to the test it proves otherwise… For it is the very mark of Eros that when he is in us we had rather share unhappiness with the Beloved...

Maybe you had to leave in order to miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.

There is no greater treasure in this world than somebody who loves you as you are.

It’s gonna hurt, now,” said Amy. “anything dead coming back to life hurts.

I drag my world where I belong…Lost in the oubliette of conscious I hide from the murkiest of shadowsGenerate hope amidst fear And dewdrops amidst rain My tears don’t carry the burden of pain By taking the draperies of fate along In desire of meeting my beloved in chaos I drag my world where I...

Butterflies better understand than you, the meaning of love and sacrifices one must make for their beloved.

You are the beloved child of this universe, so live as if everything is yours. Every morning the sun is rising for you. The rays of light are kissing you, birds are singing for you, flowers are dancing for you, and everything belongs to you.

Being in grief, it turns out, is not unlike being in love.In both states, the imagination’s entirely occupied with one person. The beloved dwells at the heart of the world, and becomes a Rome: the roads of feeling all lead to him, all proceed from him. Everything that touches us seems to relate back to...

I searched for my Beloved in the strangest of places, until the day I realized I couldn’t take my eyes off Her.