#love

You dance inside my chest, where no one sees you, but sometimes I do, and that sight becomes this art. ↗

— Rumi

#poetry #rumi #art

Dreams are what guide us, art is what defines us, math is what makes it all possible, and love is what lights our way. ↗

— Mike Norton

#art #aspiration #aspirations #define #destiny

Love me, beloved; Hades and Death Shall vanish away like a frosty breath; These hands, that now are at home in thine, Shall clasp thee again, if thou art still mine; And thou shalt be mine, my spirit's bride, In the ceaseless flow of eternity's tide, If the truest love thy heart can know Meet the truest love that from mine can flow. Pray God, beloved, for thee and me, That our sourls may be wedded eternally. ↗

— George MacDonald

#art

The second he slipped inside of me, all I'd doubted, questioned, or feared evaporated, leaving me with one single, definite truth--I'd fallen in love with him in an all-consuming blaze that would blind me if I wasn't careful. We fit together like poorly cut puzzle pieces, but when the edges joined and were positioned just right, our scattered images came together to create a solid, deliberate piece of art, completely crystal clear and in focus. I was a goner. ↗

— Rachael Wade

#drama #love #passion #preservation #rachael-wade

Works of art are of an infinite solitude, and no means of approach is so useless as criticism. Only love can touch and hold them and be fair to them. ↗

— Rainer Maria Rilke

#love #poetry #art

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later. ↗

— Richard Siken

#future #glass #love #write #writer

I am the eye that beholds... And I am the dreamer that paints the stars in the night sky... For I am the one they call artist, and you call Love. ↗

— Solange nicole

#artist #beauty #beauty-in-nature #dreamer-of-the-stars #love

Love- however doomed, had the capacity to attach bouys to the soul. ↗

— Ariana Franklin

#art

She didn't want to know. She didn't want to feel sympathy for him. She didn't want to know this insistent urge to take him in her arms and offer comfort for things that had happened so long ago. It was all in the past, she reminded herself. He didn't need comfort or sympathy now, and he certainly didn't need any silly attempts of her to approach him. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#love-come-to-me #lucy #love

If I knew what to do I'd do more than write a song for you ↗

— Criss Jami

#confusion #love #lyrics #musician #poet