So I was just thinking about how something happened today and it was quite insightful, humbling and puts things into perspective. If you look at anything, everything has it’s ‘story’ so to speak. For instance,...

You made me feel less alone;you made me feel not quite sodeformed, uninformed and hunchbacked.

The Memory Of You Is Like A Drug To Me

Live a life abundant in love and rich in spirit, these are the seeds of a fulfilling existence. Be the safe harbor you seek in the world. Follow your dreams, not your fear. Go into...

What mysteries we are, human, vampire, monster, mortal, that we can love and hate simultaneously, and that emotions of all sorts might not parade for what they are not.

The summer in youcalms the winter in me.

I had avoided writing about love. I had never sensed that rush and buzz that comes with love, the release into the brain of body chemicals, pheromones and dopamine – the taste of love to...

Because from the day I met her I’d known I wanted to be part of any world she belonged to. Did that make me crazy? Or was my heart too easily conquered?

It made her want to stand up next to him and fight. Fight to stay alive long enough to live out her life next to him. Fight for the only thing she knew that was...

Obviously, we would love to have him in our lineup,

My love is like leftovers, and her image is the original meal. I should have eaten it all in one sitting.

Me? Beautiful? I’m plain as cardboard. That may be how you see yourself, but the rest of the world would be hard to agree. You shine brighter than the Milky Way.Now there are those who...

When you open to your heart, your entire world changes–it opens up around you. You see yourself as part of a friendly universe, one that is full of possibility, one that is generating and regenerating...

It is only once you see the baffled expression on the face of your enemy when you give his cruel words a warm smile that you’ll understand, truly understand, what love is all about.

Relationships without a Divine Aim always “break up,” for they are based on nothing. Divine Purpose could be described as forgiveness — the undoing and releasing of the ego. Belief in the ego prevents awareness...

If you can do nothing else, do whatever is in your power to make the people in your life feel completely unashamed of who they are.

First best is falling in love. Second best is being in love. Least best is falling out of love. But any of it is better than never having been in love.

Thirsty-craving desire vs. Heart-centered desire? Be led by the desires of your heart…light-centered, joy rising, soul singing, life liberating desire. When you follow Light aligned desires, it sets you up for a blessing + you...

Love first; ask questions later.

Let the ruins come to lifeIn the beauty of Your nameRising up from the ashesGod forever You reign

Her half-closed eyes were moist and tremulous and languid with desire. I began to drink love from them with thirsty kisses; which revived her spirits a litle.

What if we all stopped fighting to belong and realized that we already do? What if we acknowledged, in each interaction with ourselves and with others, the eternal, beautiful interconnected energy that flows between us?...

Love is possession, a sort of vanity.

Kind words are salve to a cankered soul; spread generously.

The best smell in the world is that man that you love.

Love is full of anxious fears.

We don’t fall in love, we fall in lust. We ascend to love.

To love without need or without expectation of restitution, that is how we ought to love.

Love could be instant and unconditional but trust develops through time. You may not trust wholeheartedly while loving someone unconditionally.

What stands between soulful, spiritual, and successful you is the wall of self assumed and society induced fears. Kill the fear with the fountain of love that is there within you. Being love is the...

You wait and wait, you get used to waiting. But when your time comes, you must not miss it.

Still, as messed-up as it was, I really liked the feel of her bare arms and the smell of her hair. I got mad at myself right away and told myself I wasn’t one of...

It is my intention to spread love on this planet so that all hearts may heal and we may experience the abundance of what we were born to receive… unconditional love.

I know that the whole point—the only point—is tofind the things that matter, and hold on to them, and fight for them, and refuse tolet them go.

Love messes you up and makes you do strange things

How did it die?” he asked.”Short circuit,” I said. “Old and frayed wires.”He looked at me like I was senile.”Could have been disease. Violence. Or, sometimes, things die because we don’t love them enough.

All the privilege I claim for my own sex (it is not a very enviable one, you need not covet it) is that of loving longest, when existence or when hope is gone.

There is no loss bigger than losing your manuscript, not even love.

As soon as Joe was done feeding Ira Kenby’s fucking dog, he was going to call social services again, and Casey would be taken to a home that would be more appropriate for a runaway....

The fantasized kiss was stolen time from the dreams…

The only way to tell the truth is to speak with kindness. Only the words of a loving man can be heard

The story it told was unremarkable: a tale of love found and lost- the oldest story in the world. The only story.

The feeling of love comes and goes on a whim; you can’t control it. But the action of love is something you can do, regardless of how you are feeling.

Sometimes good things fall apart, so better things can fall together.

For love is no part of the dreamworld. Love belongs to Desire, and Desire is always cruel.

Poverty doesn’t say so much about God as it says about us.

Love is the greatest gift.

In my heart, a live fireLike the morning sun Burning my mind, to purify the soulThat is my love. In my dream a burning desireLike the lights from a diamondMake my life ever precious That...

Love is infinite. Grief can lead to love. Love can lead to grief. Grief is a love story told backward just as love is a grief story told backward.

Perhaps the whole of life is a continuousinterconnecting of miracle,but we don’t always realise it.