- “Are we to despair or rejoice over the fact that even the greatest loves exist only “for a time”? The time scales are elastic, contracting and expanding with the depth and magnitude of each love, but they are always finite—like books, like lives, like the universe itself. The triumph of love is in the courage and integrity with which we inhabit the transcendent transience that binds two people for the time it binds them, before letting go with equal courage and integrity.” ― Maria Popova, Figuring
- “Colpo di fulmine. The thunderbolt, as Italians call it. When love strikes someone like lightning, so powerful and intense it can’t be denied. It’s beautiful and messy,cracking a chest open and spilling their soul out for the world to see. It turns a person inside out, and there’s no going back from it. Once the thunderbolt hits, your life isirrevocably changed.” ― J.M. Darhower, Sempre
- “To be successful in life , Plan, Implement, Revise, Update, and Build on Change.” ― Abhishek Shukla, KISS Life “Life is what you make it”
- “Compassion is the highest form of love. Kindness is the best way to express love.” ― Debasish Mridha
- “Life changes completely when Love comes first.I don’t need to know you to love you. I’ll start by loving you and see what I come to know from there.” ― Scott Stabile
- “I didn’t care who kissed you first as long as I kissed you last.” ― Rachel Vail, If We Kiss
- “Time is poetry, Poetry is timeI write poetry to enjoy poetryI write poetry to enjoy timeI make time to enjoy timeI make time to enjoy poetry” ― Temi O’Sola
- “Music is the single most powerful medium in the world it transcends the universe and it is not confined by time or space, it is immortal.” ― Delma Pryce, WATCH & PRAY: ARE YOU READY
- “Your desire and willingness will call forth witnesses to Awakening, and there is nothing in form that can speed up Awakening – for form but witnesses to the desire within.” ― David Hoffmeister, Unwind Your Mind Back to God: Experiencing A Course in Miracles
- “Remember, happiness doesn’t depend upon who you are or what you have; it depends solely upon what you think. So start each day by thinking of all the things you have to be thankful for. Your future will depend very largely on the thoughts you think today. So think thoughts of hope and confidence and love and success.” ― Dale Carnegie
- “Because you’re it, okay? I’m never gonna love anybody in the world like I love you.” ― Casey McQuiston, Red, White & Royal Blue
- “You forget all of it anyway. First, you forget everything you learned-the dates of the Hay-Herran Treaty and Pythagorean Theorem. You especially forget everything you didn’t really learn, but just memorized the night before. You forget the names of all but one or two of your teachers, and eventually you’ll forget those, too. You forget your junior class schedule and where you used to sit and your best friend’s home phone number and the lyrics to that song you must have played a million times. For me, it was something by Simon & Garfunkel. Who knows what it will be for you? And eventually, but slowly, oh so slowly, you forget your humiliations-even the ones that seemed indelible just fade away. You forget who was cool and who was not, who was pretty, smart, athletic, and not. Who went to a good college. Who threw the best parties Who could get you pot. You forget all of them. Even the ones you said you loved, and even the ones you actually did. They’re the last to go. And then once you’ve forgotten enough, you love someone else.” ― Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac
- “If you listen closely, silence can be deafening.” ― Truth Devour, Wantin
- “You have to kiss a lot of frogs before you find your prince” ― E.L. James, Fifty Shades of Grey
- “I have now been married ten years. I know what it is to live entirely for and with what I love best on earth. I hold myself supremely blest – blest beyond what language can express; because I am my husband’s life as fully as he is mine. No woman was ever nearer to her mate than I am: ever more absolutely bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. I know no weariness of my Edward’s society: he knows none of mine, any more than we each do the pulsation of the heart that beats in our separate bosoms; consequently, we are ever together. To be together is for us to be at once free as in solitude, as gay as in company. We talk, I believe, all day long: to talk to each other is but more animated and an audible thinking. All my confidence is bestowed on him, all his confidence is devoted to me; we are precisely suited in character – perfect concord is the result.” ― Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
- “The most important principle for self discovery and to taste success is rather than changing other’s attitude changes your own. And always remember same sun which melts the butter also hardens the clay” ― Abhishek Shukla, KISS Life “Life is what you make it”
- “Until every soul is freely permitted to investigate every book, and creed, and dogma for itself, the world cannot be free. Mankind will be enslaved until there is mental grandeur enough to allow each man to have his thought and say. This earth will be a paradise when men can, upon all these questions differ, and yet grasp each other’s hands as friends. It is amazing to me that a difference of opinion upon subjects that we know nothing with certainty about, should make us hate, persecute, and despise each other. Why a difference of opinion upon predestination, or the trinity, should make people imprison and burn each other seems beyond the comprehension of man; and yet in all countries where Christians have existed, they have destroyed each other to the exact extent of their power. Why should a believer in God hate an atheist? Surely the atheist has not injured God, and surely he is human, capable of joy and pain, and entitled to all the rights of man. Would it not be far better to treat this atheist, at least, as well as he treats us?Christians tell me that they love their enemies, and yet all I ask is—not that they love their enemies, not that they love their friends even, but that they treat those who differ from them, with simple fairness.We do not wish to be forgiven, but we wish Christians to so act that we will not have to forgive them. If all will admit that all have an equal right to think, then the question is forever solved; but as long as organized and powerful churches, pretending to hold the keys of heaven and hell, denounce every person as an outcast and criminal who thinks for himself and denies their authority, the world will be filled with hatred and suffering. To hate man and worship God seems to be the sum of all the creeds.” ― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses
- “if we really look at our actions with eyes of love, we see that our lives can be more straightforward, simpler, less sculpted by regret and fear, more in alignment with our deepest values.” ― Sharon Salzberg, Real Love: The Art of Mindful Connection
- “We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed, and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful, poetic, and absurd. We find, in all these records of the past, philosophies and dreams, and efforts stained with tears, of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death, to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither, and vainly sought to make, with bits of shattered glass, a mirror that would, in very truth, reflect the face and form of Nature’s perfect self.These myths were born of hopes, and fears, and tears, and smiles, and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth, and death’s sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion, and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them, the winds and waves were music, and all the lakes, and streams, and springs,—the mountains, woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire; made tawny Summer’s billowed breast the throne and home of love; filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes, and gathered sheaves; and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt, like Lear upon his withered face, Cordelia’s tears. These myths, though false, are beautiful, and have for many ages and in countless ways, enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God, and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt, the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty, and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man.” ― Robert G. Ingersoll, Some Mistakes of Moses
- “BLACK AND WHITEI was born intoA religion of Light,But with so many otherReligions andPhilosophies,How do I know whichONEIs right?Is it notMy birthrightTo seek out the light?To find TruthAfter surveying all the proof,Am I supposedTo loveOr fight?And why do all those whoTry to guide me,Always start by dividingAnd multiplying me – From what they considerWrong or right?I thought,There were no wallsFor whoever beams truth and light.And how can one speak on Light’s behalf,lf all they doIs act black,But talk WHITE?” ― Suzy Kassem, Rise Up and Salute the Sun: The Writings of Suzy Kassem
- “We are not just human beings experiencing Love,We Are Love that is having a human experience.” ― Wald Wassermann
- “I can’t help you, I can only guide you, and you are the one who can help yourself.” ― Durgesh Satpathy, Equating the Equations of Insanity: A Journey from Grief to Victory
- “Of my many misdemeanors, standing tall like a radio tower and airing love songs has been the worst.” ― Sakshi Narula, Lover
- “Love is like a flower. Its upright when its in harmony and withered when its dead.” ― Dalia
- “Those beautiful, green-blue eyes that change colour like they’re bewitched, and look deep into my soul, making me see my true self. Right now, I don’t like what I see.” -Nik Driver” ― A.Z.Green
- “The East has failed because it tried meditation without love. The West has failed because it tried love without meditation. My whole effort is to give you a synthesis, the whole—which means meditation plus love.” ― Osho, Courage: The Joy of Living Dangerously
- “For me,you are fresh waterthat falls from treeswhen it has stopped raining. For me, you are cinnamon that lingers on the tongue and givesbitter wordssweetening.For me, you are the scent of violins and visionof valleys smiling.And still,for me, your loveliness never ends.It traverses the worldand finds its way back to me.Only me.” ― Kamand Kojouri
- “I am not separate from you, my neighbour.If you are my enemy then I am my own enemy.If you are my friend then I am my own friend.Today, I have stripped off my masksand come to know myself.I am Christian. I am Jew. I am Muslim and Hindu.I am European and African. Asian and South American.I am man. I am woman. I am intersexed.I am homosexual. I am heterosexual and asexual.I am abled. I am disabled.I am all these things because you are, and you are all these things because we are.I exist in relation to each of you, this is what gives my being meaning.Why must I label myself like a bottle of wine?When I am the bottle, the wine, and the drunkenness.Why must I label myself at all?When I am the flesh, the light, and the shadow.When I am the voice, the song, and the echo.Tell me why I must label myselfwhen I am the lover, the beloved, and love.I am not separate from you, my neighbour.And you are not separate from humanity.We are all mirrors, reflecting one another in perpetuity.” ― Kamand Kojouri
- “We see everything through the filter of our own desires and regrets, hopes and fears.” ― Jill Santopolo, The Light We Lost
- “And here, finally here in this place, in these circumstances, I will really have to kill him. And Snow will win. Hot, bitter hatred courses through me. Snow has won too much already today. It’s a long shot, it’s suicide maybe, but I do the only thing I can think of. I lean in and kiss Peeta full on the mouth. His whole body starts shuddering, but I keep my lips pressed to his until I have to come up for air. My hands slide up his wrists to clasp his. “Don’t let him take you from me.” Peeta’s panting hard as he fights the nightmares raging in his head. “No. I don’t want to…” I clench his hands to the point of pain. “Stay with me.” His pupils contract to pinpoints, dilate again rapidly, and then return to something resembling normalcy. “Always,” he murmurs.” ― Suzanne Collins, Mockingjay