You share hopes for the future, dreams that will never come true, goals that were never achieved and the many disappointments life has thrown at you. The things that seem insignificant to most people such as a note, song or walk become invaluable treasures kept safe in your heart to cherish forever. Colors seem brighter and more brilliant. Simple things bring them to mind like a pale blue sky, gentle wind or even a storm cloud on the horizon.
Give time to love, give time to speak! And give time to share the precious thoughts in your mind.
When we are afraid, we pull back from life. When we are in love, we open to all that life has to offer with passion, excitement and acceptance. Vincent Millay.
JoyBell C. If I had the choice, no regrets.
Very dark, but there were stars, points of light and reason. And then you shot across my sky like a meteor. Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. When you were gone, when the meteor had fallen over the horizon, everything went black. Nothing had changed, but my eyes were blinded by the light. And there was no more reason, for anything. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what.
I Love You. It is a person. And we are finally home.
Here the daisies guard you from every harm. Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true. Here is the place where I love you. No matter what you will do. I will always love you. I swear it. And it would destroy me to have you just a little. It was just you. If my love were a desert, you would see only sand. If my love were a star late at night, only light.
You are my compass star. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
The one you take into your arms and into your bed and into the private world you keep trapped in your head. I want to be that kind of friend. The one who will memorize the things you say as well as the shape of your lips when you say them. I want to know every curve, every freckle, every shiver of your body. I want to know where to touch you, I want to know how to touch you. I want to know convince you to design a smile just for me. Yes, I do want to be your friend.
I want to be your best friend in the entire world. When this red hair is white, I will still love you. When the smooth softness of youth is replaced by the delicate softness of age, I will still want to touch your skin. When your face is full of the lines of every smile you have ever smiled, of every surprise I have seen flash through your eyes, when every tear you have ever cried has left its mark upon your face, I will treasure you all the more, because I was there to see it all.
I will share your life with you, Meredith, and I will love you until the last breath leaves your body or mine.
Hamilton, A Lick Of Frost. It will not do. My feelings will not be repressed. You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. If love were only a feeling, there would be no basis for the promise to love each other forever.
A feeling comes and it may go. How can I judge that it will stay forever, when my act does not involve judgment and decision. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body.
Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. I want all of you, forever, everyday. You and me … every day. Something about him makes me feel like I am about to fall. Or turn to liquid. Or burst into flames. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal.
A good friend of mine lost her dad some years back. I found her sitting alone on a bench outside our work- place, not moving, just staring at the. When you say "I know how you feel" to someone who is suffering, you might be invalidating their feelings. When someone tells you “I know how you feel,” it might seem like a nice, empathetic gesture. When people say “I know how you feel,” they often don’t.
Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. She offers choice rather than dictating protocol. She allows for the possibility that some friendships are limited or unworkable, and that this is not necessarily a failure, but an evolution. The nature of friendships can change with age, change of status, varying needs of each friend, desire for solitude, desire for belonging and many other changing conditions of everyday life.
She makes it clear that there is always more than one way to skin a cat, offers ideas we may never have considered and does not judge our choices but offers ways in which the women she interviewed have come to judge their own. The reader will find wonderful examples of women struggling o calibrate closeness and distance, empathy vs. She notes that many of our responses to difficult situations with friends are reflective of our previous experiences, sometimes in childhood, and encourages us to look at ourselves in these transactions, not just at the other, in assessing the meaning of complicated friendship dynamics.
Barth allows us to open our minds to friendships in a post-racial, post-heterosexual normative writing style that serves to expand the ways we think about each other, even if these new paradigms do not touch our everyday lives.
Suddenly everything was on fire; there was brilliancy, there was beauty. Number 9 is definitely one of my personal favorites! Submit Your Own Question to a Therapist. Log in using your social network account. Cancel Post.