true-love

It is true that in life, precious moments my simply fly,But deep in our hearts and souls, they will never die.

When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.

As he turns around and her eyes meet his, she lets go off the breath that she had been holding back. All the words she had practised to say when the moment arrived, dissolve at the tip of her tongue. All the things she wanted him to know escape her in the thick blanket of nostalgia that wraps itself around her.

... it__ a blessed thing to love and feel loved in return.

Shrieking Brooke__ name as loudly as I could, out in the corridor, I brought her running quickly to my room.__hat__ happened, what__ wrong?_ she immediately cried concerned, legging it up the stairs two at a time. She appeared breathless outside the kitchen door. Brian appeared sleepily at his door too, awoken by the noise, and watched us.__he__ moving,_ I cried.__hat? Flutters like before?___o more, here feel._ I grabbed her hand and pushed it down onto myexposed belly. Brian averted his eyes as I stood, belly out and top up over my bra, in the middle of the corridor.__ can__ push you that hard,_ she exclaimed, pulling back her fingers surprised. __t will hurt you, or her, I can__ do that.___es, you can,_ I insisted. __ou won__ hurt us._ I pulled her hand back and pushed her long fingers into my belly and we stood waiting, hardly daring to breathe. You kicked again, hard into my side, under Brooke__ long pink fingernails. Brooke jumped away from me in shock and then burst out laughing. She clapped her hands together delighted.__ell?_ I asked her.__he kicked me,_ Brooke shrieked still jumping up and down clapping. __he kicked me. That was amazing, let me do it again._ She came back over towards me slowly. Cautiously she pushed her fingers into the same spot on my side. We waited again in silence and I saw her face slightly drop as the seconds ticked by.__h it works,_ she yelled, as again she jumped back shocked as the tiny little feet thudded from my insides at her hand. __ love it. Do it again._ I laughed and then Brian stepped forward.__an I have a go?_ he asked quietly, fiddling with his hands and stepping out of his room towards us.__f course you can, come here.__nd that is how we spent the next few minutes out in the corridor by the kitchen, shrieking, whooping, and jumping around. If anyone had been in the house, I know they would probably have thought we were all mad. Mad, no. Thrilled and excited, most definitely.Baby girl, you did that to us. Thank you.

Hate is like zero because true love is not divisible by hate.

To begin by always thinking of love as an action rather than a feeling is one way in which anyone using the word in this manner automatically assumes accountability and responsibility. We are often taught we have no control over our "feelings." Yet most of us accept that we choose our actions, that intention and will inform what we do. We also accept that our actions have consequences. To think of actions shaping feelings is one way we rid ourselves of conventionally accepted assumptions such as that parents love their children, or that one simply "falls" in love without exercising will or choice, that there are such things as "crimes of passion," i.e. he killed her because he loved her so much. If we were constantly remembering that love is as love does, we would not use the word in a manner that devalues and degrades its meaning.

That night it did not rain as much in the sky as it did in his heart.

Think of that person you knew when you were a kid, who you always thought you could have loved completely and forever.Well, you could have. It__ the truth, and it__ the saddest and simplest thing. There isn__ just one person for each of us in the world. There aren__ many, but there are always a few people we could have made it with, that maybe we still want to make it with, that press themselves so close to our hearts they leave scars, and then slip through our fingers and disappear from our lives. And it doesn__ make a difference if you__e thirteen or ninety- eight because some things you feel are real, no matter when.

He flipped it open, gently tugged out the oft-touched photo and looked into a pair of familiar golden eyes. "She's happy, Andie," he whispered to his wife. Andromeda Quinn did what she always did. She smiled back at him, her beautiful eyes lit with that bright, golden light Harold Quinn loved so fucking much.

Sometimes your eyes are not the only place the tears fall from.

Everybody wants their own little place in the world. And maybe mine is here_ Loving you from a distance_

What happend to her? To Miranda?'Ulysses shrugged. 'What happens to most children. She got sick, and never got better.''And your wife?''The same.''But you said you were married,' said Will, glancing down at Ulysses's ring, smooth and lustrous in the half-light.'I'll always be married. But it'll be the next world when I see her again.

It was going to be a long, dark night but not quite as dark as it was in the abyss of his heart where there was nothing but hollowness, yet it felt heavy, almost as if someone still resided there.

It doesn't sound so far-fetched, right? When two people love each other? While a part of me still wants to believe it's possible, I know it's not going to happen

Falling in love is like learning a whole new language and the culture that goes along with it. When you fall out of love it can be hard to pick up where you left off and start a new.

True love is usually the most inconvenient kind.

She flooded my thoughts. I drowned in peace.