#your

Don't worry about finding your soul mate. Find yourself. ↗

— Jason Evert

#love #soul-mates #love

One half of me is yours, the other half is yours, Mine own, I would say; but if mine, then yours, And so all yours. ↗

— William Shakespeare

#mine #yours #love

Looking outside of yourself for love and acceptance, leaves your happiness in the hands of others. ↗

— Debra Beck

#self-esteem #unconditional-love #love

Bless them that persecute you.' If our enemy cannot put up with us any longer and takes to cursing us, our immediate reaction must be to lift up our hands and bless him. Our enemies are the blessed of the Lord. Their curse can do us no harm. May their poverty be enriched with all the riches of God, with the blessing of Him whom they seek to oppose in vain. We are ready to endure their curses so long as they redound to their blessing. ↗

— Dietrich Bonhoeffer

#curse #forgive #forgiveness #god #love

I can't understand how people can settle for having just one life. I remember we were in English class and we were talking about that poem by - that one guy. David Frost. 'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood-' You know this poem, right? 'Two roads diverged in a yellow wood, and sorry I could not travel both and be one traveler, long I stood and looked down one as far as I could, to where it bent in the undergrowth-" "I loved that poem. But I remember thinking to myself: Why? How come you can't travel both? That seemed really unfair to me. ↗

— Dan Chaon

#philosophical #life

Tenderness and Rot Tenderness and rot share a border. And rot is an aggressive neighbor whose iridescence keeps creeping over. No lessons can be drawn from this however. One is not two countries. One is not meat corrupting. It is important to stay sweet and loving. ↗

— Kay Ryan

#love

He admired bears because everyone was afraid to disturb them while they slept and fish were so in love with bears that they jumper right into their mouths. He ate meat and never felt bad about it unless he saw how the animal was slaughtered or if the meat was not cooked properly but he thought thrice about killing bus. ↗

— Robb Todd

#man #short-story #steal-me-for-your-stories #love

Average intelligence loves blinders, which facilitate an even trot; but a brisker and livelier intelligence desires uncertainty, risk, a play of more deceptive and elusive forces...where one can preserve flight, pride, joke, confession, rapture, play, struggle. ↗

— Witold Gombrowicz

#intellect #intelligence #thinking-for-yourself #freedom

Because anyone who treats their body like it's garbage the way he does isn't exactly in the best place to love someone else. ↗

— Susane Colasanti

#love-other #loving-yourself #love

Any good marriage is secret territory, a necessary white space on society’s map. What others don’t know about it is what makes it yours. ↗

— Stephen King

#secret #yours #marriage