Buddha told a parable in a sutra: A man traveling across a field encountered a tiger. He fled, the tiger after him. Coming to a precipice, he caught hold of the root of a wild vine and swung himself down over the edge. The tiger sniffed at him from above. Trembling, the man looked down to where, far below, another tiger was waiting to eat him. Only the vine sustained him. Two mice, one white and one black, little by little started to gnaw away the vine. The man saw a luscious strawberry near him. Grasping the vine with one hand, he plucked the strawberry with the other. How sweet it tasted!

“I hung my fingertips on his waistband, tugging him closer. Patch buried his face in the curve of my shoulder, his hands flexing over my back. He gave a low groan. "I love you," he murmured into my hair. "I'm happier right now than I ever remember being.”
― Becca Fitzpatrick, Crescendo

“There is no pretending",Jace said with absolute clarity."I love you,and I will love you until I die,and if there's a life after that,I'll love you then." She caught her breath.He had said it-the words there was no going back from.” ― Cassandra Clare, City of Glass

I Like Your Flaws Dec. 20, 2011 By Stephanie Georgopulos I like how you mispronounce words sometimes, how you fumble and stammer and stutter looking for the right ones to say and the right ways to say them. I appreciate that you find language challenging, because it is, because everything manmade is challenging. Including man, including you. When you sleep on your side, I like to map the constellations between your beauty marks freckles pimples, the minuscule mountains that sprinkle your back. I like the tufts of hair you forgot to shave and the way you smell when you haven’t showered in a while; I like the sleep left in your eyes. I like the way your skin dies in the middle of the night, how you die from embarrassment the next morning; how you writhe in the snake casing you’ve left behind. I like that you think pillow snowflakes carry more weight than pillow talk; that you think my opinion of you is so fickle that it could change overnight. (It’s not.) I enjoy seeing you insecure, vulnerable. I like to watch red steam light up your cheeks, a spreading mist of shame when you think you’ve done something unacceptable like missing a step on the stairs or not having the perfect answer to something I’ve said. It’s like you honestly don’t know how wonderful you are, it’s like you have no idea. The burns, the scars, the black and blues on your face body heart, I want to know their stories. I want to know what hurt you, who hurt you, how bad the damage is. I like your hard, ugly toenails and the layer of fat that lines your belly, the soft parts you try to hide. It’s okay to be soft, sometimes. I appreciate your ability to get inappropriately angry as much as I appreciate your willingness to apologize afterward. I like how your passion manifests unpredictably and uncontrollably, how your feelings cannot be caged or concealed, how you’re incapable of apathy. I like how you can’t dance, how you have pedestrian taste in music, how the worst song on every album is your favorite. I like how enthusiastic you are when you hear it, it’s like you don’t know how terrible it is, it’s like maybe how you’re able to love someone like me. (Perhaps that’s your biggest flaw, perhaps that’s the one I love most.) Your flaws single you out, set you apart, make you different from the rest, and thank god. I don’t just put up with settle for accept your blemishes, I like them. I like them because they make you human, and humans are easier to love than photographs and illusions and ideals; humans fit more easily between arms and between legs; humans are welcome to their imperfections because if there’s one thing humans can do perfectly, it’s love. Humans can love, they can do it flawlessly.

“How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.”

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I wish I could show you when you are lonely or in darkness the astonishing light of your own being.

“For a day, just for one day, Talk about that which disturbs no one And bring some peace into your Beautiful eyes.”

"This place where you are right now, God circled on a map for you.”

“This is the kind of Friend You are - Without making me realize My soul's anguished history, You slip into my house at night, And while I am sleeping, You silently carry off All my suffering and sordid past In Your beautiful Hands.”

Often will get down on their knees And while so tenderly Holding their lover's hand, With tears in their eyes, Will sincerely speak, saying, My dear, How can I be more loving to you; How can I be more kind?”

For I have learned that every heart will get What it prays for Most.”

All movement is a sign of Thirst. Most speaking really says "I am hungry to know you."

“Remember for just one minute of the day, it would be best to try looking upon yourself more as God does, for She knows your true royal nature. "

I should not make any promises right now, But I know if you Pray Somewhere in this world - Something good will happen.

” I have fallen in love with Someone Who hides inside you

“Beloved,/ I am so glad,/ So very glad You have come.”

::Nothing you love is lost. Not really. things, people - they always go away, sooner or later. You can't hold them, any more than you can hold moonlight. But if they've touched you, if they're inside you, then they're still yours::

CHARLIE CHAPLIN:"Am iertat greseli de neiertat,am incercat sa inlocuiesc persoane de neinlocuit si sa uit persoane de neuitat. Am actionat din impuls,am fost dezamagit de oameni pe care-i credeam incapabili sa ma dezamageasca,insa am dezamagit si eu oameni. Am tinut pe cate cineva in brate pentru a-l proteja. Am ras cand nu trebuia. Mi-am facut prieteni vesnici. Am iubit si am raspuns iubirii,dar am fost si refuzat. Am fost iubit si n-am stiut sa iubesc. Am strigat si am sarit de atata fericire,am trait pentru dragoste si am facut promisiuni de vesnicie,dar mi-am frant inima de atatea ori! Am plans ascultand muzica sau privind fotografii Am telefonat doar pentru a auzi un glas,m-am indragostit de un suras. Am crezut ca mor de atata nostalgie. Mi-a fost frica ca voi pierde un om deosebit(pe care in final l-am si pierdut)....dar am supravietuit. Si traiesc inca! Si viata,nu mi-o irosesc...si nici tu nu trebuie sa ti-o irosesti.Traieste! Ceea ce este cu adevarat bine,este de a te lupta cu convingere,de a imbratisa viata si a trai cu pasiune,de a pierde cu demntate si a invinge cu indrazneala,pentru ca lumea apartine aceluia care indrazneste si viata inseamna prea mult pentru a fi insignifianta."