Love not often, but forever.
Love people with all sincere attention, but don’t overdo it as if you are not special. Don’t lose yourself in the process of loving other people. Remember, you are special too!
Love was merely a tool, smiles were another tool, they were both just tools for accomplishing certain ends. No magic, merely chemicals.
Successful people will tell you that they do not wonder if they are going to succeed. They know they will. It’s just a matter of when.
In this quiet place on a quiet street
where no one ever finds us
gently, lovingly, freedom gives back our pain.
–from poem In a Quiet Place on a Quiet Street
A little playful banter never hurt – or did it? – Emma
In the museums we used to visit on family vacations when I was a kid, I used to love those rooms which displayed collections of minerals in a kind of closet or chamber which would, at the push of a button, darken. Then ultraviolet lights would begin to glow and the minerals would seem to come alive, new colors, new possibilities, and architectures revealed. Plain stones became fantastic, “futuristic…
Ah, damn it, lass,’he called after her. ‘I’ve busted my stitches wide open.’
‘What?’she cried, hurrying back to him. ‘Let me see!’
‘Ah-ha!’ He snared her around the waist, dragging her down with him to his lap.’You still care for me!
Love is easy early on…its when the busyness of life creeps in and felling ebb and flow that real love shines through in small choices.
el amor es como la vida, tan lleno de belleza como de injusticia.