“Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.”
“We love because we can lose. If there was no threat of separation, no death to shake us to our core, we probably wouldn't love much at all.”
I’m awake and I can’t sleep. The more I’m awake, the more I see, and the harder to sleep.
The chemistry between us will blow this place apart and make it better through destruction.
I appreciate the beauty and balm of flowers but I have never enjoyed receiving them because then I have to watch them die, and worse...throw them away.
It's effortless to let go of self-absorbed people. It's challenging to let go of someone you care about and it's exceedingly difficult to let go of an ideal and a belief in someone because what exacerbates the disappointment of finding out they weren't who they presented themselves to be, is the betrayal of it.
When I say I'm going to forget you I know it's impossible to forget someone I once knew. What I want is to erase you from my thoughts and purge you from my memories. I'm saying it's what I wish for, not what is or could ever be.
As long as she is near or within his power to reach, he will be drawn to her, leaving less of him for others and that's why she had to leave. She knew, despite her own great desire, that there are consequences and responsibilities that are more important and life-altering than personal feelings.
She sat there reading; cool, calm and collected. "You could ruin his life with that information," her friend reported triumphantly. The woman sighed, clearly annoyed at being interrupted. "If I did he would never forget me," she replied. "Besides...I don't care enough about his life to concern myself with what he does with it as long as he doesn't concern himself with thoughts of me." Her friend furrowed her brows. "Why?" she asked. The woman set her book down, leaned forward provocatively and said, "Because then I'd have to think of him too.
Hatred may keep a body warm, but it takes a lot to keep the fire stoked, so unless a person is extraordinary in some way, some people are not worth hating, just like they’re not worth loving.
The living has a great hope, we have life to bounce back from any difficulty. The dead had no hope.
The desire to create holds an element of hope. Success proves that Hope is not a by-product of living; it is a Building Block of life." Francesca Quarto
Like people touch the feet of Jesus on the Pieta and hope for a blessing, I would touch the feet of the dancer and hope for grace.
He walks through the house of his past, hoping he'll find the right door, hoping he'll find the key.
We really feel happier when things look bleak. Hope is endurance. Hope is holding on and going on and trusting in the Lord.
We must not lose hope. Hope is an anchor to the souls of men. Satan would have us cast away that anchor.
There are so many things in life I hope to experience and attend, but so many more I'm hoping that I miss.
“Hope is the poor man's bread.”
“I hope it stays the way it is.”
“I hope this will be focused on and fixed.”