Quotes Tagged "relationships"

It's not the first kiss that matters. It's the last.

I would wack off a lot and hug my pillow imagining my ex

The hidden secrets and immoral values were slowly sucking the natural beauty out of my native town. I’d become detached, perhaps traumatized. Even the memories of the sweetest coconut water, mangos, and sugar cane couldn’t make up for my discontentment.” Tested Innoence by Bernadette Jeudy - 2019

Relationships are all about finding that moment of balance and equilibrium so you don’t fall over in life.

There are people and things we cherish, that others do not themselves, that others may even ridicule us for, but this is precisely why we must.

nem hagyom hogy beépíts az életedbe amikor azt akarom hogy együtt építsünk fel egy életet - a különbség

Starting all over again with your ex-lover is like watching a new movie on an old black-and-white TV. ~ Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

Have you always felt unseen, ignored, or unloved? Congratulations! You're the perfect prey for narcissists who feed off of blind worship and internal sadness. You'll never convince the target of your obsession that your love is what Sade was singing about on that one album. But oh, you will try. And in doing so, you will damage your self esteem. And then, once you wake up from the stupid spell you put on yourself, you can rail against those narcissists, but it won't affect them. So it's better just to skip ahead to the part where you admit that you're the one who bought the ticket to their show. Choose to want to figure out why you do these things and how to stop. In the end, it's all you can do.

You entered the picture and lit my world with laughter and light and wonder. Welcome and warm. You ran by me, a dart of the eyes, a quick glance, flicking of sweat off your fingertips, and I wanted to take a shower, wash off Dad, and bathe in you. So much of what I am, he made. Forged it in me. I know that. But Dad used pain to rid me of pain. Leaving me empty and hurting. You poured in you and filled me up. For the first time, I felt no pain. You gave me the one thing he never did. Love, absent a stopwatch.

To live is to grieve.

Even though true love is very different to falling in love, nevertheless, we mustn’t stop the fall of falling in love. There’s a certain surrender to falling in love. We have to let go of something of ourselves to fall in love with another person. When it becomes clear that love is not maintainable under the same belief system that made us fall in love, we can reassess our course. After the fall of falling in love, there is a steep climb back up again but we can make sure that we are climbing in the right direction. And that makes all the difference.

Every breath, every moment, possessed with an illusion of glamor, of filthy decadence, purely because it was ours, we two our own radical world, a star collapsing inward and bursting, gorgeous, in the dark.

When being in a relationship with a great man focus on being an asset to your king and not a liability

We're always drawn to the clearest articulation of what we think we lack.

He'd do anything to have me at this moment. Anything I asked. Kill for me. Die for me. Bathe in the blood of hundreds just so he could breathe his last in me. This is the strength that topples kings. Ends empires. Even breaks the sky. This is power.

To love is to open oneself up for vulnerabilities To love is to open oneself up for uncertainties

While she was away, he'd forgotten how powerfully she broadcast her feelings, filling the house like a kind of nerve gas.

All significant relationships have a price. It’s not that relationships are a sacrifice. After all, who wants a life of sacrifice? It is more a matter of priorities. We can’t do everything in life and we can’t be with everyone in life. In choosing what we will do and with whom, we automatically make priorities. If something is at the top of our list then other things have to come second or third or last.

There for me.' I'm so tired of that phrase. Where is 'there?

Theirs was a private language, not shared with the rest of the world, and so exempt from censure, sheer burlesque.