The universe doesn't have four walls; neither does love.
There are two most important and inevitable words in love are:- Perception and projection.
And In love, you must cultivate the wisdom to know what to perceive and when to project.
O amor era como a vida, imaginou. Por mais que se fosse abençoado, quando acabava, sabia sempre pouco.
We all come out of the womb needing love in order to grow and develop properly.
We all need love to live, grow, and thrive.
There is a supernatural force within the workings of love that none of us, not even scientists, can deny.
It’s not mine, it’s not yours Though imperfect, but it’s ours. We gotta breathe We gotta sleep We gotta laugh We gotta live. Can you hear me? This story belongs to us.
Sometimes the toughest of them come with the softest of hearts.
Don’t ask why love is so expensive; ask yourself why everything else is so cheap.
Does it scare you to break inside or are you hiding the remnants of a broken you?
Do you feel on your own skin the skin of accusations how it gets to the heart and embrace all the viscera and in real the one who reproach you something is your own head which you hated before a time in a mirror I repeat it is not me
He does not look on the second side moreover he remains blind false blinder He is hiding in a dark urban streets and walking with a secret fear from the world in himself On the way to happiness he is searching for solutions through the logic and science and he is not able to see more than man to man and with help of reasons he will not uncover it rightly
لا تنتظر حصاد الحب إلا إن زرعته في قلب من يستحقه
You take me my hand and my heart got scared Just below it I gestated your child But well I screamed with fear because your hand was from ice
When you doubt, you shrink. When you trust, you open. When you love, you care. When you believe, you act.
Ignorance incarcerates you, knowledge sets you free, and love lights your way around the universe.
A void devoid of parental love in a child are often filled with love of a stranger
I brought her flowers one dusky Tuesday evening when the light was perfect. I pointed out the irony of that romantic old tradition— the severed genitalia of another species, offered as a precopulatory bribe—and then I recited my story just as we were about to fuck. To this day, I still don't know what went wrong.
How could my brain let my heart think so stupidly?
