closeness

Men seek a great deal, but fatally close, albeit very different, is one's pride in proving oneself right with one's zeal for finding the truth.

There__ something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are. The stars look like they__e so close, you could reach out and touch them. But you can__. Sometimes things look a lot closer than they are.

What I value is the naked contact of a mind.

A man of God has many brothers. He is a wounded soldier - he is familiar with the pain one feels in his heart, as a close and loving brother, when a brother falls victim of evil men or turns to evil desires (the latter sometimes even betrayal). Because of this, too, he is and must be well-acquainted with and trained in the strengths of hope and the gentleness of forgiveness and mercy.

People are like chains, the closer they are, the stronger they become.

The key to happiness is under the doorstep rug.

The closest thing to Heaven, is having a peaceful mind, and a beautiful, pure heart.

Those whom we most love are often the most alien to us.

Empowered Women 101: You are either creating drama or creating memories together. The choice is yours.

It is an absolute human certainty that no one can know his own beauty or perceive a sense of his own worth until it has been reflected back to him in the mirror of another loving, caring human being.

Still, we've attempted to argue when necessary; you've got to be able to let loose and even lose your temper a bit if you're finding it hard to breathe. Closeness has to be like running water; it mustn't stagnate and sour.

I do not know what to do with the emotions inside me. I do not know how to be this close to someone and still hold on to myself.

A plain is what a mountain aims to be: the closest you can come to being in outer space while yet having your feet on this planet.

With so much unknown in this life, how little it takes for a face, a grove of trees, an outcropping of stone to become familiar.

I wished I could spend the rest of my life... being slightly crushed by someone who loved me.

There is a magic to intimacy, a world built of sighs and skin that is thicker than brick, stronger than iron. There is only you, and him, so impossibly close that nothing can come between. Not the enemy, not your allies. In this safe haven, in this hallowed place and time, I could even ask the questions whose answers I feared.

She doesnt want your dark embrace. She'll let you hold her for a short time but she won__ submit to that kind of weakness and she'll only let you get so close. In the past it was easier pushing you into the arms of another rather than face what was or what could be. She doesn't want to love; not now, so she'll close the door and toss the key.

That night we push our cots just a little closer together, and look into each other's eyes in the moments before we fall asleep. When he finally drifts off, our fingers are twisted together in the space between the beds.I smile a little, and let myself go.