Till I loved I never lived.

The Poetry of LoveWe see the world with the eyes of a small child.We visualize the beauty of the world with an unique magic sense,and unfold our deeper feelings and expectations diffusing the seizing negative...

The shadow of a character is defined by its maker…while a heroine is personified by its actions and relatability. So writers can create a world with a heroine that has impact and finish with everessence...

0 plus 100 equals 100. But so does 50 plus 50, only with more balance. Let this be a lesson in love.

Why is man obliged to learn ignorance?

It’s too much to be trusted with someone else’s heart. I don’t think it ever ends well.

When you give each other everything, it becomes an even trade. Each wins all.

What tale do you like best to hear?’ ‘Oh, I have not much choice! They generally run on the same theme – courtship; and promise to end in the same catastrophe – marriage.

I lost myself in the burden of trying to be your savior.

While I was drying off Maddie after her bath tonight, she said, ‘I love you’ to me for the first time. It sounded like ‘All lub boo,’ but I didn’t care. To reciprocate, I showed...

Wine enters through the mouth,Love, the eyes.I raise the glass to my mouth,I look at you,I sigh.

Question for your life: Let’s say we’re making love on the moon, and my clone decides to show up. Would you tell either me or him to get lost?

Serving others prepares you to lead others.

At times,trust is bound to be broken,promises are bound not to be kept,hearts are bound to be hurt,mistakes are bound to be make.You are also bound to meet a person at their worst in order...

I know a thing or two about love. Well, maybe just a thing. A big, blurry thing, like Bigfoot.

Sometimes the comfort of being in a relationship lulls you into mundane complacency; you become irrelevant in each other’s lives. We call this phenomenon ‘growing apart’.

we are burning like a chicken wing left on the grill of an outdoor barbecuewe are unwanted and burning we are burning and unwanted we arean unwantedburningas we sizzle and fryto the bonethe coals of...

… that’s how life should be, when one person loses heart, the other must have heart and courage enough for both.

Jane! will you hear reason?’ (he stooped and approached his lips to my ear) ‘because, if you won’t, I’ll try violence.

You cannot decide when to fall in love. Love will take it’s own time to rise…

Hello? Anyone there?” I ask again. Repeating myself. I am beginning to feel rather anxious now. Scared, would be a better word to use. Shivers have begun to creep up my spinal cord, and I...

I hear a small voicein the back of my mindand it is chanting a prayer:‘Please don’t fall in love again,please don’t fall in love again.’Maybe this time I will listen.Maybe this I will learn.

To be human is to be beautifully flawed.

You are like a chestnut burr, prickly outside, but silky-soft within, and a sweet kernel, if one can only get at it. Love will make you show your heart some day, and then the rough...

love, I’ve come to understand is more than three words mumbled before bedtime.

I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her?

Stay with me always, my sweet, my love . . . my Claire.

Love is a sport in which beautiful people excel.

Love is as hard to hide as hate.

I’m a cactus but I will only offer you flowers.

That looked like love to me, when you put a brave face on your heart breaking because it was what the other person needed.

That’s what I believe. I believe that universe wants to be noticed. I think the universe is improbably biased toward consciousness, that it rewards intelligence in part because the universe enjoys its elegance being observed....

I’m not talking about the scars that separate your skin, Parker. I’m not blind, I can see those. I’m talking about the scars much deeper than that. The scars that exist within you. The ones...

I’m too busy to chew. That’s why I blend all my meals into smoothies, and I make love as slowly as ice cream melts in the Sahara.

Meet everyone with utmost respect and heartfelt love. Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann, POET 2013– Sir Kristian Goldmund Aumann

And so must learn to love with our mouths and voices, as well as with our eyes, flesh, heart, brains, and with everything we have, right down to our toenails. There is not anything about...

Love doesn’t last.” She didn’t know how much showed her pale face.Meribah’s face softened. “Sometimes it does. If it’s the right kind.

Don’t keep all your feelings sheltered – express them. Don’t EVER let life shut you up.

one doesn’t even think ofthe liverand if the liverdoesn’t think ofus, that’sfine.

Below Les Avants there was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the...

Me.” And she opened up her soul, laid herself bare.

You are no ruin sir–no lighting-struck tree: you are green and vigorous. Plants will grow about your roots, whether you ask them or not, because they take delight in your bountiful shadow; and as they...

Carnal love: a practical man’s love. A love you can see, touch, and taste if you’re kinky. If you can’t hear it, you’re probably better suited to its more abstract form.

It’s natural. Nature is dark and light, birth and death. Everything and its opposite. And in nature there are predators and prey. The hunters and the hunted. The heartbreakers and the heartbroken. The beautiful thing...

Did you miss me while you were looking for yourself out there..

When it comes to love, it’s always worth the sacrifice. Always.

Do you know, when I am with you I am not afraid at all. It is a magic altogether curious that happens inside the heart. I wish I could take it with me when I...

I am lost without you. I am soulless, a drifter without a home, a solitary bird in a flight to nowhere. I am all these things, and I am nothing at all. This, my darling,...

Love is not measured by acts or years, but by truth between two people.

As I accepted my death and dissolution into God’s love, the insectoids began feeding on my heart, devouring the feelings of love and surrender. They were interested in emotion. As I was holding on to...