This life is yours. Take the power to choose what you want to do and do it well. Take the power to love what you want in life and love it honestly. Take the power to walk in the forest and be a part of nature. Take the power to control your own life. No one else can do it for you. Take the power to make your life happy.
|—||Susan Polis Schutz (via observando)|
I deserve love.
I deserve this life.
I am stronger than my past.
I am stronger than the dark.
I am glory.
I am light.
Discovering sex was like discovering writing. It was powerful in a way couldn’t explain. Like writing, you had to go beyond the guilt and shame to get to anything good. Like writing, it could take you to deep and mysterious subterranean levels. With each new depth I found out things about myself I didn’t know I knew. And, like writing, for a slip of a moment it could be spiritual, the cosmos pivoting on a pin, could empty and fill you all at once like a Ganges, a Piazzolla tango, a tulip bending in the wind. I was no one, I was nothing, and I was everything in the universe little and large—twig, cloud, sky. How had this incredible energy been denied me!
Any book that helps a child to form a habit of reading, to make reading one of his deep and continuing needs, is good for him.
|—||Maya Angelou (via observando)|
In time, the hurt began to fade and it was easier to just let it go. At least I thought it was. But in every boy I met in the next few years, I found myself looking for you, and when the feelings got too strong, I’d write you another letter. But I never sent them for fear of what I might find. By then, you’d gone on with your life and I didn’t want to think about you loving someone else. I wanted to remember us like we were that summer. I didn’t ever want to lose that.
|—||Nicholas Sparks, The Notebook (via observando)|
Love is not affectionate feeling, but a steady wish for the loved person’s ultimate good as far as it can be obtained.
|—||C.S. Lewis (via observando)|
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. If they don’t, they never were.
|—||Kahlil Gibran (via observando)|
Love is so short, forgetting is so long.
|—||Pablo Neruda (via observando)|