love

You need to figure out what you want, Josh. If that means you need to swim against the tide to get it, at least youre aiming for something that could make you very happy.

99% of natural poets discovered their talents through love letters.

Money can't buy love, but it improves your bargaining position.

I'd represent "Love" when it sued hypocritical writers for abuse.

And I ask myself what it is about me that makes this wonderful, beautiful woman return. Is it because I'm pathetic, helpless in my current state, completely dependent on her? Or is it my sense of humour, my willingness to tease her, to joke my way into painful, secret places? Do I help her understand herself? Do I make her happy? Do I do something for her that her husband and son can't do? Has she fallen in love with me?As the days pass and I continue to heal, my body knitting itself back together, I begin to allow myself to think that she has.

Le bonheur est cette danse où l'on s'approche et l'on s'écarte sans se perdre. Il est même fait des larmes des longues séparations _ condition que viennent les retrouvailles.

We talked for hours. He talked and I listened. It was like wind and sunlight. It blew all the cobwebs away.

We need more than just the Law of Attraction. We need to connect with its more successful twin, the Law of Generosity. And further entwine ourselves with their parent; the Law of Love.

may this poetrybe the homeyou will someday come back to.

Bedtime is daytime, and we come into bloom after midnight.

I write because I love. I love because I write.

Write out of love. Your piece will finish itself.

In the end, you have to make love to your story and see what happens.

People will always notice something about you. It might be the way you walk or the way you talk, or just simply your personality. Live each day in the way you want to be remembered. Live in such a way that people will be inspired by those unique qualities that you have and strive to live better lives for themselves.

Love your story.

Mine was the twilight and the morning. Mine was a world of rooftops and love songs.

Your life is a story. Write the one you want to read.

Energy will go into what you love, and what you love will grow. Go for a walk and watch it bloom.