At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.
Wisdom worth sharing, words worth remembering.
At the end of the day you know love does not happen between two perfect people as much as we would wish.
I did not just fall in love. I made a parachute jump.
Metaphors are dangerous. Love begins with a metaphor. Which is to say love begins at the point when a woman enters her first word into our poetic memory.
This is the miracle that happens every time to those who really love: the more they give the more they possess.
Where love is concerned too much is not even enough.
I really love idiot enlightened characters – these characters who fail to engage with the drama of their immediate circumstances they fail to be reactive and enrolled by drama as it happens around them.
This love is silent.
Romance is tempestuous. Love is calm.
We pardon to the extent that we love.
Love has its own time its own season and its own reasons from coming and going. You cannot bribe it or coerce it or reason it into staying. You can only embrace it when it arrives and give it away when it comes to you.
Love does not alter the beloved it alters itself.
I love my children beyond all reason. They're my joy even when they're wild with kid energy.