love

Only by creating out of love will one achieve true greatness.

When it comes down to it, even on the natural plane, it is much happier and more enlivening to love than to be loved.

Love is the way to happiness.

Love is the key to everything. Love your life.

Jim was the one who told me that my emotional life made him dangle his stethoscope like a snake charmer: my moods weren__ hard to see but they were hard to read, and even harder to diagnose. It was ostensibly a complaint, but I think he liked his metaphor, and liked that our moments of distance were subtle enough to require this kind of formulation. Meaning that I was a complex creature and so was he; that he became even more complex in his attempt to bridge the gap between our complexities; that he could create a complicated image to house this complex of complications. This is how writers fall in love: they feel complicated together and then they talk about it.

Love is growing up.

Love is a dance.

I want to lay under the blanket of sky and laugh while the stars wink and we write our story.

Love is the universal language.

Love is the miracle of life.

Poets, Writers . . . know that we are the enchanting magicians that nourishes the seeds of dreams and thoughts . . . it is our words that entice the hearts and minds of others to believe there is something grand about the possibilities that life has to offer and our words tease it forth into action . . . for you are the Poet, the Writer to whom the Gift of Words has been entrusted . . . wsp

It was always a relief when she came home to him. Like water or food. Like music or that moment when you cut yourself with a knife and squeeze the skin and no blood oozes out.

When a writer falls in love with you - their very soul bursts open like a supernova brightly lighting up everything in its way.They will write spells on your skin and carve your name onto their bones and make you theirs.Their love bleeds through their fingers in the form of words hastily written on paper while their heart jumps inside their chest, unable to contain such impossible amount of feelings rushing over one another getting tangled, causing pain and joy and tears of sorrow and happiness all at the same time.The universe will fall from their parted lips when they say your name and whisper how much they love you. They will turn you into a priceless sculpture - carve you into a monument and make love to you - while making you their home, their sun, their moon, their stars, their whole world gathered into one small corporeal being made out of stars and love and infinity.When a writer falls in love with you they become a new separate universe quietly created by your words, brought to life by your touch, burning brightly as long as you whisper their name with all the love that you have inside you.

There is something way more bigger than just being a writer. Being a writer doesn__ mean you just write about things because you want that. It means that you are capable to feel this world and every emotion deepest than you can, and you__e just sharing that with people all around the world. It means that there is something common between infinity and writing. Writing makes me feel immortal. You just can__ stop, cause there are endless words inside of you_

I love you for who you are, not who the world thinks you should be.

How would your life be different if...You decided to give freely, love fully, and play feverously? Let today be the day...You free yourself from the conditioned rules that limit your happiness and dilute the beautiful life experience. Have fun. Give - Love - Play!

He took a hairpin out of my untidy hair (by now my complicated arrangement of ringlets must have looked as if a couple of birds had been nesting there); he took a strand of it and wound it around his finger. With his other hand he began stroking my face, and then he bent down and kissed me again, this time very cautiously. I closed my eyes - and the same thing happened as before: my brain suffered that delicious break in transmission.

Don__ let anyone trample on your dream, or let the river take you to its destination. Take the river to your own destination. When you find love, hold on to it.