falling-in-love

You were falling for me, and I was falling for you, and we were falling together into the land of the fallen.

All love stories are frustration stories. As are all stories about parents and children, which are also love stories, in Freud's view, the formative love stories. To fall in love is to be reminded of a frustration that you didn't know you had (of one's formative frustrations, and of one's attempted self-cures for them); you wanted someone, you felt deprived of something, and then it seems to be there. And what is renewed in that experience is an intensity of frustration, and an intensity of satisfaction. It is as if, oddly, you were waiting for someone but you didn't know who they were until they arrived. Whether or not you were aware that there was something missing in your life, you will be when you meet the person you want. What psychoanalysis will add to this love story is that the person you fall in love with really is the man or woman of your dreams; that you have dreamed them up before you met them; not out of nothing - nothing comes of nothing - but out of prior experience, both real and wished for. You recognize them with such certainty because you already, in a certain sense, know them, and because you have quite literally been expecting them, you feel as though you have known them for ever, and yet, at the same time, they are quite foreign to you. They are familiar foreign bodies. But one things is very noticeable in this basic story; that however much you have been wanting and hoping and dreaming of meeting the person of your dreams, it is only when you meet them that you will start missing them. It seems the presence of an object is required to make its absence felt.

Falling in love is sudden, easy, and fun. It__ like a child going down a playground slide. Falling out of love is slow, difficult, and painful. It__ like watching a child die of cancer. ~ Ben Davis, Sr.

Love is the colour of spring sunshine muted through old windows. Love has a taste, a texture - dark chocolate with pistachios; a sound - wind chimes echoing from a distant hill; a rhythm - the tango, obviously.

I want to share in endless ways, My expression of love for you, I'm no longer the beast of burden, Twas lifted when I fell for you.

There's not protocol for falling in love with someone. There's no game plan to tell you when it's appropriate to do certain things, say other things.

The knowledge that she could learn to love a man had always meant more to her than loving him effortlessly, more even than falling in love, and that was why now she felt herself to be on the threshold of a new life, a happiness bound to endure for a very long time.

I remain exquisitely still. Anytime the eagle of another heart soars, whatever you are-mouse, toad, snake- don't move. From such great heights, it might not see you.

Sometimes the person you fall for isn__ ready to catch you.

Beauty fades, but the heart remains the same...Physical desire is a lie, Emele continued. It is not a bad thing, but it blinds a person and makes them unable to see truth. Falling in love is a matter of the heart, not of the exterior.

The street signs_, she replied simply. I simply felt stupid. __hen you learn how to read, you can read Stop, Go, and the colors matter too!___eah?_, (sigh).__up! That leaf is green, it means Go. The yellow like the bus means careful. The red is Stop. Oh and there__ crossing guards. And if you fall anyway you don__ have to worry.___eally? Why not?___ecause you can always get up. And see?_ she showed me her scar once more, __t hurts at first, but then it heals.

Love is a weakness which converts even the strongest minds as its slave and makes them sing its tune.

If only falling in real life love were this easy. Take a big breath and open your eyes

She did know that it's remarkably easy to fall in love with someone who is already in love with you. It's a little like falling in love with yourself.

I felt like I was falling in love but maybe not just with her, with something else, another world, but maybe that's always what falling in love is like.

He seems to have become a part of my life and I'm disappointed if I don't see him. If I get to the end of the day without seeing someone who reminds me of him, I feel as if a dull shadow has fallen over me.

Sometimes I scare myself with how quickly I can come up with lies.

I wasnt looking for anything when I found you & it somehow made me question what I wanted, was i ready for love? I don't think anyone is ever ready, but when someone makes you feel alive again it's kind of worth the risk...