#pa

We're taught to expect unconditional love from our parents, but I think it is more the gift our children give us. It's they who love us helplessly, no matter what or who we are. ↗

— Kathryn Harrison

#parents-and-children #love

Si se lo permitimos, los niños pueden enseñarnos la salida. Hay una historia muy conocida de una madre que entra en la habitación de su hijo recién nacido y se encuentra a su otro hijo, un niño de cuatro años, asomado a la cuna. -Tienes que contarme cómo es el cielo y cómo es Dios -le implora el niño a su hermanito-. ¡Estoy empezando a olvidarme! ↗

— Brian L. Weiss

#philosophy #spanish #wisdom #inspirational

Nothing on earth hurts my soul deeper than conditional love. ↗

— Brooke Bida

#healing-the-past #love #unconditional-love #writers #love

My dearest -- But what more is there to be said? The things one says are always inadequate: it's the touch of live hands, of lips pressed to lips that count. I want to hold you and say nothing. I want -- ↗

— Anonymous Unknown Solider

#love #missing-someone #separation #love

Everything that is past is either a learning experience to grow on, a beautiful memory to reflect on, or a motivating factor to act upon. ↗

— Denis Waitley

#past #beauty

you can take this mouth this wound you want but you can't kiss and make it better. ↗

— Daphne Gottlieb

#passion #poetry #relationships #sex #marriage

Not many people understood the inherent pain of a career in heroics. Your body aches from the demands of day-to-day protection. Your mind whirs with the things you did wrong, the ways you could’ve done better, the scores of citizens you didn’t save. And when you lose someone you love, when their blood forms a puddle beneath your cheek while you watch… Your name, Watcher, becomes the cruelest agony of all. ↗

— Shirin Dubbin

#life #loss #pain #superheroes #love

No we're not separated, my heart promised me it'll never let you go! ↗

— Ribecca

#love

Love is an art, Berk. Just like painting or music. Some painters draw mere lines, scratches on the canvas and call them art; some paint stars studded skies like van Gogh; or Chopin’s music conquers the hearts of millions while the execrable disco music blaring out of the open windows of a car have also their audience. Some describe love in high-flown flowery language and you identify yourself with the hero and the heroine and feel yourself in the seventh heaven while some give such a lamentable picture of it that you almost curse it! ↗

— T. Afsin Ilgar

#chopin #love #painting #van-gogh #art

What counts in making a happy marriage is not so much how compatible you are but how you deal with incompatibility. ↗

— Leo Tolstoy

#marriage