true-love

The factory of love encompasses all, but on some days, does it seem to be one of suffocation, squeezing its target too tightly? And on other days not tight enough? Or maybe that is the breath of a living love knowing when to protect, when to release, and when to protect again. For we are the products of an active love - the Father the creator, the Son the perfecter, the Spirit the supervisor - but just like in a factory, to deny the process is to ultimately create a defect of oneself.

Elena glanced up at him, taking in his words. __f you get rid of your fear? You know, I never look at you as someone who__ afraid.___hat__ because every time you look at me, I__ looking right back, and the only time I__ not afraid, is when I see you. And I do see you, Elena. I see everything you__e been through, from so young _ how you struggled through it; how you never let it destroy your hope and faith _ and I__ afraid of nothing."(Karl and Elena)

Love, like everything else in life, should be a discovery, an adventure, and like most adventures, you don__ know you__e having one until you__e right in the middle of it.

The Warrior Woman Code:A confident woman doesn't beg a man to stay, cry if they don't or need to tear down other women to be loved. She knows her value. When the person she is meant to be with finds her, that person will know it also. He won't be confused by it. He will fight for her because without her he feels incomplete. She will always be foremost in his mind above anyone else. She doesn't have to scheme to keep or entice him. She is okay walking away from him because she doesn't want to be seen as a choice or a woman that has some potential. She demands to be seen as "the one." To settle for anything less than that is an admission of insecurity and lack of self love.

True friends are those who came into your life, saw the most negative part of you, but are not ready to leave you, no matter how contagious you are to them.

When forever becomes a place...when forever ceases to be just a word_ when it ceases to be just a measurement of time_but instead becomes a place where soul mates can dance to the song in their hearts... that is a reflection of true love.

Feminist narrative theory notes that for most of literary history there's been an imbalance between men's and women's stories. Male characters go out into a world of infinite possibilities. Female characters either get married or die. This makes enlightened female readers such as ourselves pissed off. But however much we deconstruct the narrative, however vigilantly we plow and apply the theory and read with our skeptical, over-educated eyes, still some lessons are hard to fully internalize, and the dream of happily-ever-after love, in real life and in literature, dies hardest of all.

Dying is not a solution.. I want to live with You..!

It's absurd how crazy love can make you......but even more absurd how stupid jealousy can make you!

The French poet Mallarmé and, after him, Borges, claimed that __verything in the world exists to end up in a book,_ and if that__ true, and that even every man is a book, Federico was undoubtedly created by the pen of Keats or some other tormented Romantic poet; while Matteo was pure passion, like Shakespeare__ Romeo: spontaneous, intense, and impetuously real.

She was afraid of giving in to that overwhelming, absolute, unconditional love, a love that had shown her the route to heaven, but which had also taught her how much one could suffer, to the point where even the sound of your own tears became deafening.

_, Wanderess, WanderessWhen did you feel your most euphoric kiss? Was I the source of your greatest bliss?

When you touch a man's body, he will enjoy the moment, when you touch a man's heart he will remember it forever.

See, I am very dependent... on beauty and peace of the world... on loyalty of friends... on love in families... on happiness and health of children. And I do not want to be free as long as I have it all...

History has shown us time and time again that you don't have to know someone to love them with all your heart.

The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you__l see their flaws. That__ just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don__ last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they__e out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness_ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it__ seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.

Men are taught how to be what a woman wants and women are taught how to be what a man wants, therefore, people end up with people because there is something offered which they want; not because they see the other person, understand the other person, share the other person's dreams... why are not men and women being taught how to show other people their dreams, the colours of their souls, their fears and pains, their joys and laughters? People should be falling in love with people! Not with ideas!

People decide they like one another, based upon the color of their shells that they wear on the outside of them. And then they decide to leave one another, based upon the color of their souls that is who they really are underneath the shell. I think it should be the other way around. I think people should decide they like one another, based upon the color of their souls and then decide to leave one another if they run into the shells. But then it's not even that. What if they loved the soul and then broke down each others' shells when they ran into them? Then nobody would leave anybody and everybody would know what love means.