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...

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,...

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,...

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...

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...

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...

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