Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.
There is the purity of love, harmonious in every way, but not meant for a lifetime, and then there is the steady love of commitment – no less real but completely different. She had both.
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.
Connecting with someone is not necessarily a bond with a significant other, or even a friend, but can be the indefinable – perhaps the rarest and most precious thing in life to find at all.
I’d rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.
Am I a friend or a prospect? Imagine how much kinder life would be if people put as much effort into befriending others instead of trying to sell them something.
No, we aren’t civilized, even in our business suits and high heels. People are as mean as ever, and as predictable. Underneath it all, we are not so different from what lurks in the wild, perhaps we’re worse.
Where are the memories that held us together? Where are the dreams that were yet to come? I’m afraid to be happy. I shouldn’t be happy. If I’m happy without you does that mean I’ve told you goodbye?
One of the disadvantages to having a choice is the inevitability to hang oneself on freedoms rope.
The most beautiful women I have known had one thing in common apart from beauty: humility. It’s a shame that those with less to boast about do it the most.
I wonder if pain comes from surrendering or resisting?
The empath helps others by absorbing some of their pain, but who helps the empath?
Affliction equips the suffering to empathize with others in anguish and not only does it strengthen them, it enables them to be consoling comforters in a world full of hurt.
How much pain a person detains may be proportionate to the pain they spare others when they’d rather hurt than hurt another.
Some families are an odd melting pot of strangers with the occasional offering of obligation.
You don’t build a family by tearing down another one.
I can’t help it. You bring it out in me,” he accused. “No,” I said. “You’re choosing to let me get to you. Don’t. It’s all in the mind.
Power, a paycheck and control do sick things to those who have the illusion of possessing it.
Have you seen what wolves do to their prey? But they do mate for life.
If its danger you seek, come on over. I covet tranquility but beget the tempest storm.
Some people confuse intensity for passion and challenge for attraction.
Grab tightly to the reigns of passion and ride into glory for without it life would be stagnant and you would be a spirit without cause.
I love men. I also hate men; I wouldn’t want to be in a world without them but I have to say, it’s not a compliment to know a man wants to sleep with you. It’s only a compliment when he will go to great lengths for you.
You’re flattered because he wants to sleep with you? Who doesn’t he want to sleep with?
Joy – in the fall, winter, and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.
People like us are dead to society unless we’re pretentious, tell people what they want to hear, take off our clothes, or pretend to be like them.
One woman’s definition of success may not be another’s. Is success, as the world defines it, an accomplishment in a society this sick?
For those who have learned what suffering is early on, you have prepared ahead of the pack so that you can take care of the pack.
Her scar tissue, which she seems to amass both physically and mentally, may not be pretty, but they have become tougher than if she had never been wounded at all.
I don’t admire the person who hides from the world and claims enlightenment. To be purified you have to be tested and there is no better test of strength than dealing with other people.
We start our sometimes tedious, sometimes exciting, often times sad and stressful march to the grave the moment we’re born, so it might as well be a march worth remembering.
What have I to prove, and to whom, and why? I’m keen enough to want nothing more than to live a simple, humble, unfettered life.
Powerful words that penetrate the psyche are not forgotten while silence is.
It’s hard to part the curtains when the dark holds such familiarity.
I smile when I want to cry. I laugh when I want to die.
Regret is her companion and the one who whispers to her often. She has even let hope die and that brings about despair.
The only time she has anything resembling a life is when she sleeps because when she sleeps she can dream.
Strangers were a fairytale full of possibilities not yet corrupted by reality while caregivers were the reality – and everything that couldn’t be counted upon.
If there had once been a chance and there had once been love, then it will still be there in spite of time and obstacles. If you can get past that, you can get past a lot.
I always welcomed the comforting cloak of night except for the times when I lost something in it.
He passed through her with his soul caressing hers goodbye. And in that final hour he was with her one last time.
He wept bitter tears over the death of his enemy. It was his enemy, after all, who knew him best and kept him up at night.
If they were there for you when you had nothing, they are the ones worth having now. If they only notice you because of what you have gained, are they worth having at all?
I’d love to have the kind of friend who would visit me before visiting a man. Otherwise I know where I’m ranked, which is below him.
Who knows you more…your friend or your enemy? It’s your enemy that pursues with passion while your friend engages at leisure.
Enemies are the people who think about you more than your friends do.
Some men like shiny new toys. Others like the priceless antique.
You may want the alpha, but the alpha has his pick.
When it comes to men, I appreciate them, don’t bash them and never love them.
Never go to another woman about your woman. Not unless you want an insidious form of advice.
I’m impressed when men go the distance to show they give a damn. That says nothing about the woman and everything about the man.
I’d rather know a man’s sincerity than his love. Whereas I have never needed the latter, one can always count on the former.
He was on her mind but she doesn’t let anyone stay for too long.
I didn’t sleep well last night because one of my ghosts came back, haunting with his presence, and when I woke up, the others weren’t here, haunting with their memory.
The air is cold and dusk has descended. In the distance lightning flickers and a far away rumble of thunder awakens my thoughts and makes me remember.
Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.
Someone once said that love is the closest thing to magic that this world has, but magic enchants, deceives and casts a spell.
Life is for the loved, not the lonely.” She lamented. “Although it’s the lonely who try to make the world and its inhabitants less so.
Dark hair on a white pillow, an ache inside, his face a reflection in her eye.
She doesn’t give directions but there is a pot of gold at the end of her rainbow…Find it. If you can.
When other girls were dreaming about love, she dreamt of love too, but in an entirely different context – the ones they took for granted.
Leaving the familiar for unknown terrain is like a death – and feeling this level of finality should snap one back to life for life has greater meaning in the face of death.
I shall not be defined by what I have suffered but how I have endured them.
Suffer” he commanded seductively. “With me…or because of me.
If someone calls you a failure it’s more than likely they feel like one.
There’s the good girl leading a charmed life who secretly covets to be the rare and elusive femme fatale and the femme fatale who yearns to be good and then there is their nemesis – men who dream and desire both.
Known for leaving, she asked me who I would consider sticking around for. I said, “The one who asked me to and meant it.
A burdened heart doesn’t equate to a lack of faith. The God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob can heal with a simple command. The burden comes from wondering if that’s His will and may it be done.
Nocturnal with a love for night, I’d stay up to see sunlight…
Some writers are born. Others learn. I was born a writer but have a lot to learn.
Three kinds of people get talked about: The fascinating, the freaks and the nefarious.
Fighting is easier than loving, just as giving in to anger is easier than self-control.
When someone attempts to insult you know that they are inadvertently giving away what would insult them.
Intense feelings of any kind keep people with you. Some you may want, others you won’t. To forget people, and you never really forget, feel indifference.
The worst feeling when speaking with someone or receiving a gift from them is knowing they feel obligated to.
Emotions have cycles whereas love endures. Some people confuse emotions, which are ever-changing, with love’s durability.
Emotions enthrall, but change, and as such have the ability to disrupt and destroy.
Why do people assume? If I hate you, I’ll tell you. In this case, it’s not hate. It’s hurt. I’ll lick my wounds, which only oozed because I gave a damn, and be over it before the sun rises.
It’s not that I am “above” feeling hatred. It’s that I make the choice whether to yield to it or not. Hatred keeps a person with you, and the last thing I want with me in my thoughts is someone who doesn’t deserve to be there.
Do you keep silent to keep a friendship or do you try to lend your support unconditionally, even if what they are doing goes against everything you believe in? Will it be principles over friendship, morality over love?
I am sick of old ghosts and I just want to feel safe again without the haunts of old vulnerabilities.
In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.
Fortuitous, unexpected beauty is the best beauty because it is unique, and what is unique is remembered.
When you stand next to beauty and know you’re not, you either feel inferior or you’re thankful for the ones who saw you and loved you anyway.
Straightforwardness intimidates people. They prefer the veneer, despite what they claim.
Can I be trusted? Can you? I can be trusted with some things, but not all things, just like you.
Reassuring a jealous woman that you don’t want her man creates the bigger beast of resentment because that tells her that what she has isn’t desirable and to her, where the opinions of others correlates to her self-worth, is unforgivable.
I don’t make people comfortable but that’s what couches are for.
Lovers are easy to find and easy to forget but finding an authentic connection is exceptional and limited. It rarely happens, which is why there are so many unhappy people out there.
Don’t allow someone not worth it to have the power to occupy your thoughts. If they don’t find you worth the effort or the time, why should you waste yours?
Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is “you?” The one who has to ask or the one who doesn’t?
If I blink she’ll disappear,” he told her. She looked at him and said,”Maybe that is the best thing for you.
I’d rather meander through a pit of vipers than love one more person, but since I’m on the subject of snakes, we all know one, or are one.
Has it tortured you as much as it’s tortured me?” He asked. “Don’t call it torture when it’s self-inflicted. You always have a choice.
What was I to you?” he asked. She didn’t answer but turned and walked away. That’s when he knew: Nothing or everything.
Why do you think you deserve happily ever after? You were offered it before and tossed it away.
Just following orders’ is no excuse unless you’re in the bedroom.
I’m thinking of the protector who wants to be protected and a fighter who loves the right battle but will lay down her arms to go on a quest.
You can never let your compassion stand in the way of justice because when you do, other people get hurt.
It’s easy to be a saint when all you’ve known is the good.
She didn’t care about anything, or maybe she cared too much.
Heart thoughts are profound, hindsight aches and hope is obscure. I’m craving a great adventure — one that leads me back home.
If you are without contention and still have the ability to make people think, their ego is going to take a hit and as a result they’re not going to like you. They don’t want to think. They want to be right, unrivaled or entertained.
Instead of being proud that you led someone to God, be more concerned with the person you pushed away from Him.
I must be out of my mind if I loved you in spite of everything you’ve done, and anyone else would condemn you for it, but I can’t condemn you at all. In my own troubled mind, I loved you for it.
The writer in her went silent and hid when her revealing words were wide-spread read.
You love the word love but you don’t really love and you don’t want to love because love, which is really sacrifice, would prevent you from doing what you want to do.
All the bruised lives, searching hearts…Everyone wants a love story but few will risk what it takes to live one.
What an ambiance, and such a pity I’m alone: Candles giving off their glow, gusts of wind and the light tapping of rain on the windowpane – a massage for the mind. And a comforting one, too.
Speaking of happiness, those distinctive moments are found outdoors – in the fall, in the winter and always in the mountains where people are few, wildlife is abundant and there is peace in the quiet.
They say love inspires. Guess what inspires more? An enemy.
Who are we to think we deserve anything? What makes us so great? No one is “lucky” to have us. We are all full of it.
If I never shed a tear or wondered what happened to someone I actually loved, what makes you believe I’d think twice about you, someone I never even cared for?
You may not like what I see but I don’t like what you do.
People don’t want words, as seductive, pleasant and warming as they can be. People want to see that they’re worth some sacrifice or some great deed. And it’s not that people are always worth it, it’s that love is.
I’m awake and I can’t sleep. The more I’m awake, the more I see, and the harder to sleep.
We know what we should do. Age is no excuse. Do we go to others for permission or for discipline?
I don’t make excuses, so don’t make excuses for me. When I’m being an ass, it’s because I have one.
You see it everywhere and everyone seems to be doing it but you. You could have had it as well, and you know it, and that’s what bothers you. Your worst enemy is yourself, and sadly, you know that what you did wasn’t worth what you lost.
Some people are far more cognizant than others but sensitivity has its own cross to bear and ample insight, in many cases, can bring on disquietude.
The agony of the empath is feeling their pain but being unable to save them from it.
An empath is capable of taking on the grief of another in order to lessen their suffering. In order to not be consumed with pain, an empath should have an outlet for that pain lest they lose themselves in feeling for others.
Don’t start a fight if you can’t duke it out. Either win or concede but whatever you do, don’t have others fight for you.
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.
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.
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.
If they don’t walk away, we have to walk away, and sometimes we do it crying.
People give up on each other long before they give up on themselves, and they do that, too.
I can only miss the true and I can only mourn the brave. Cowards make it easy to let go because you’re not losing anything worth having.
Theirs was a tug-of-war and neither could let go. Both felt the burn and still wouldn’t let go. Some might call it a game for neither could admit defeat.
I need to stop saying LMAO because that is precisely what’s happening; I wish I could rewind time by two decades, immortalize my derriere in wax, and then kiss it goodbye.
The more candles on my cake means I get a little more exercise in blowing them out.
Honor doesn’t revise according to company just as integrity doesn’t diminish due to circumstance.
She wasn’t always a pillar of ice. Her warmth and good deeds were repaid with deceit and betrayal until little by little a chill took over.
Shoo. Away with you. It’s my fault for expecting the extraordinary from the ordinary.
Loyalty. Is it something only dogs know?When I think of it, I wonder if I would rather have it than love. Whereas love is often an over-used word and an unpredictable feeling, the other is nothing but dependability.
Sometimes, despite how your heart feels, you have to do what you must in order to get the result you need. When it’s impossible to walk away then you need to make it hurt and they will walk away for you.
Tough break-up? Trash stinks, which is why you toss it.
Why is it you tell me the truth only when you’ve fallen asleep? It’s then that you visit me.
I don’t miss anyone. If I did I would do something about it. Besides, some people come back…in dreams. That’s when they’re honest.
When he comes for her, it’s only in her dreams where she has no control, no way to shut the door, and nowhere to run. That’s when she listens.
You can shoo people away in real life, but not when they force their way in through the dream door.
I shivered as the cold was all encompassing, not just from being outdoors, but from being read as well. He had a way of seeing through me. It was as unnerving as it was bonding and I couldn’t figure out how the two could co-exist.
Envy, as distasteful as it is, has seeped into my mind on rare occasions, and those I’ve envied, although few in number, have only been those that live a life of leisure with peace of mind and time to do such wonderful things as read.
I know you’re there. I can detect your presence each time it closes in on mine.
Three of them have the gift of sight but two of them ignore it when what they want most is to believe “this one” will be different.
You can not argue with stupid but you can certainly play with it.
People care much more for how things look than how things are.
His ghost comes back to be remembered. If he can’t be in this life, he procures a way to stay in orbit, and in that way, is never forgotten.
In addition to unfinished business, some ghosts haunt so that they will be remembered.
She’s not ashamed of loving, although those she’s loved are few in number; it was/is sweet and true. She’s only ashamed she used love as an excuse.
How different would people act if they couldn’t show off on social media? Would they still do it?
First bathrooms, now cars. At least people are wearing their seat belts.
In a social media world, the danger is being overexposed and when something is overexposed it is no longer interesting…if ever it was.
Followers, followers. Sometimes, with some things, it’s best to keep your tally down.
You will know who the enemy is intimidated by because they’re the ones he targets and keeps beating down.
He wasn’t yours to get hurt by. He was someone else’s and you knew that, so why are you offended? What right do you have to be hurt when you were a part of the deception (lying by omission)?
Warriors want a worthy opponent. There is no redress in fighting the pathetic.
Neither one of them could turn off their feelings, even with so much time and distance between them. The more they were apart, and the more they weren’t allowed to be together, the more they loved each other.
She was told it was magnetism that kept them engaged, and how do you separate magnets? You force them apart.
Attraction isn’t wrong. People can’t help who they are drawn to and they certainly can’t control affinity, as uncommon as it is. What is wrong is acting on inclination if it hurts someone else, namely a significant other.
People will sometimes find themselves attracted to others, that’s just who they are. It’s what they do with that attraction that defines them.
So what if you’re plain? Anyone can like a beautiful woman or a handsome man. That’s easy. But power is the ability to inspire attraction without the obvious.
At least with zombies I know my enemy and I know what to do: Aim and shoot. It’s not so easy with people.
You’re not interesting in the least,” she spat. “I don’t need to be,” I smiled. “That’s what you need…And you’re welcome to it.
Sometimes you grow to love the shadow that follows.
Why weren’t we born in the same era?” he lamented. She eased past him neither here nor there, looked over her shoulder and whispered, “How mundane and cliche would that be?
Which is worse? Loving someone and not being able to be with them or not loving someone and having to be with them.
Good or bad, if you’re not “normal,” you can’t have a normal relationship. If you are different, people will relate to you differently.
I don’t envy “busy.” Busy means having a schedule, not living life. What I really covet is leisure and peace of mind. Those who have both, have it all.
Do we really need a study on why people lie? They lie because it’s easy, and cowards are good at “easy.” Telling the truth takes moxie, and few have it.
Soul mates may be linked, but fight to separate, causing wounds and confusion. They teach what no one else can.
The easiest way to get rid of bitterness is to spit it out. The easiest way to forget something noxious is to flush it. The easiest way to move on is to erase everything, and I do mean everything.
Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn.
Enchantment and fulfillment were on the gold and garnet horizon – autumn’s breath, a dormant dream reawakened, a yearning nearly satiated, a tender thank you with a brush of the lips, and a connection as fingers touch and go hand in hand.
My fear is that he’ll forget me,” she bemoaned with crystalline sadness. I took her hand, limp with loss and held it. “I’d rather not be remembered by any man as it saves me the embarrassment.
I didn’t intend to go in that direction but strange things happen when the lights go out.
Weird people don’t care if they’re weird. They are the most entertaining to converse with because nothing is off-limits.
Just because you talk about it or advocate for one position doesn’t mean you care more. Just because someone doesn’t talk about it and advocates a different position doesn’t mean they care less.