“How could you go about choosing something that would hold the half of your heart you had to bury?” ― Jodi Picoult, Mercy “True beauty is something that attacks, overpowers, robs, and finally destroys.” ― Yukio Mishima “We, unaccustomed to courage exiles from delight live coiled in shells of loneliness until love leaves its high holy temple and comes into our sight to liberate us into life. Love arrives and in its train come ecstasies old memories of pleasure ancient histories of pain. Yet if we are bold, love strikes away the chains of fear from our souls. We are weaned from our timidity In the flush of love’s light we dare be brave And suddenly we see that love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free.” ― Maya Angelou “Every time we make the decision to love someone, we open ourselves to great suffering, because those we most love cause us not only great joy but also great pain. The greatest pain comes from leaving. When the child leaves home, when the husband or wife leaves for a long period of time or for good, when the beloved friend departs to another country or dies … the pain of the leaving can tear us apart. Still, if we want to avoid the suffering of leaving, we will never experience the joy of loving. And love is stronger than fear, life stronger than death, hope stronger than despair. We have to trust that the risk of loving is always worth taking.” ― Henri J.M. Nouwen “You know all that sympathy that you feel for an abused child who suffers without a good mom or dad to love and care for them? Well, they don’t stay children forever. No one magically becomes an adult the day they turn eighteen. Some people grow up sooner, many grow up later. Some never really do. But just remember that some people in this world are older versions of those same kids we cry for.” ― Ashly Lorenzana “My shoulder will never be the same. I expect you to nurse me back to health.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones “I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.” ― Pablo Neruda, 100 Love Sonnets “Define yourself radically as one beloved by God. This is the true self. Every other identity is illusion.” ― Brennan Manning, Abba’s Child: The Cry of the Heart for Intimate Belonging “And if you couldn’t be loved, the next best thing was to be let alone.” ― L.M. Montgomery “It is important not to suppress your feelings altogether when you are depressed. It is equally important to avoid terrible arguments or expressions of outrage. You should steer clear of emotionally damaging behavior. People forgive, but it is best not to stir things up to the point at which forgiveness is required. When you are depressed, you need the love of other people, and yet depression fosters actions that destroy that love. Depressed people often stick pins into their own life rafts. The conscious mind can intervene. One is not helpless.” ― Andrew Solomon, The Noonday Demon: An Atlas of Depression “And I’ll dance with you in Vienna, I’ll be wearing a river’s disguise. The hyacinth wild on my shoulder my mouth on the dew of your thighs. And I’ll bury my soul in a scrapbook, with the photographs there and the moss. And I’ll yield to the flood of your beauty, my cheap violin and my cross.” ― Leonard Cohen, Stranger Music: Selected Poems and Songs “Love is hard to find, hard to keep, and hard to forget.” ― Alysha Speer “Do you remember all of your audiences?” Marco asks. “Not all of them,” Celia says. “But I remember the people who look at me the way you do.” “What way might that be?” “As though they cannot decide if they are afraid of me or they want to kiss me.” ” I am not afraid of you,” Marco says.” ― Erin Morgenstern, The Night Circus “She did not believe he could have really gone, because for her, to leave the person you loved was impossible.” ― Jodi Lynn Anderson, Tiger Lily “Never forget that justice is what love looks like in public.” ― Cornel West “لماذا يموت الحب يا ملاكي الصغير ؟‎ ‎‏ ‏ لماذا تخبو تلك الجمرة المقدسة لتصير رمادًا برغم لهيبها الذي أحرقنا يوماً ؟ يبدأ فقدان الحب بأن نكف عن العطاء بعدها نكف عن الأخذ…” ― Ahmed Khaled Toufiq “The first stab of love is like a sunset, a blaze of color — oranges, pearly pinks, vibrant purples…” ― Anna Godbersen, The Luxe “He is ugly and sad… but he is all love.” ― Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Love in the Time of Cholera “There is love in holding and there is love in letting go.” ― Elizabeth Berg, The Year of Pleasures “Looking at beauty in the world, is the first step of purifying the mind.” ― Amit Ray, Meditation: Insights and Inspirations “There is emotion in the hug, and there is respect and a form of love. Emotion that comes from honesty, respect that comes from challenge, and the form of love that exists between people whose minds have touched, whose hearts have touched, whose souls have touched. Our minds touched. Our hearts touched. Our souls touched. We separate.” ― James Frey, A Million Little Pieces “Love those you hate you.” ― Leo Tolstoy, Anna Karenina “I was trying to make you jealous!” Simon screamed, right back. His hands were fisted at his sides. “You’re so stupid, Clary. You’re so stupid, can’t you see anything?” She stared at him in bewilderment. What on earth did he mean? “Trying to make me jealous? Why would you try to do that?” She saw immediately that this was the worst thing she could have asked him. “Because,” he said, so bitterly that it shocked her, “I’ve been in love with you for ten years, so I thought it seemed like the time to find out whether you felt the same about me. Which, I guess you don’t.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Bones “I want YOU to be the one wanting me first. Pushing me first. Kissing me first. Don’t be careful with me,” he said. “Because I won’t be careful with you.” ― Michelle Hodkin, The Evolution of Mara Dyer “She fit her head under his chin, and he could feel her weight settle into him. He held her tight and words spilled out of him without prior composition. And this time he made no effort to clamp them off. He told her about the first time he had looked on the back of her neck as she sat in the church pew. Of the feeling that had never let go of him since. He talked to her of the great waste of years between then and now. A long time gone. And it was pointless, he said, to think how those years could have been put to better use, for he could hardly have put them to worse. There was no recovering them now. You could grieve endlessly for the loss of time and the damage done therein. For the dead, and for your own lost self. But what the wisdom of the ages says is that we do well not to grieve on and on. And those old ones knew a thing or two and had some truth to tell, Inman said, for you can grieve your heart out and in the end you are still where you are. All your grief hasn’t changed a thing. What you have lost will not be returned to you. It will always be lost. You’re left with only your scars to mark the void. All you can choose to do is go on or not. But if you go on, it’s knowing you carry your scars with you. Nevertheless, over all those wasted years, he had held in his mind the wish to kiss her on the back of her neck, and now he had done it. There was a redemption of some kind, he believed, in such complete fulfillment of a desire so long deferred.” ― Charles Frazier, Cold Mountain “Who said I can’t wear my Converse With my dress, well baby That’s just me!” ― Demi Lovato “Yearning for love made her feel like a cat that was always twining around ankles, meowing Pet me, pet me, look at me, love me.” ― Laini Taylor, Daughter of Smoke & Bone “I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mill so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.” ― C.S. Lewis “Remember how it was when we kissed? Armfuls and armfuls of light thrown right at us. A rope dropping down from the sky. How can the word love and the word life even fit in the mouth?” ― Jandy Nelson, The Sky Is Everywhere “My love is pizza shaped. Won’t you have a slice? It’s circular, so there’s enough to go around.
” ― Dora J. Arod, Love quotes for the ages. And the ageless sages.

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