How we need that security. How we need another soul to cling to, another body to keep us warm. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence: I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.
Those candle flames were like the lives of men. So fragile. So deadly. Left alone, they lit and warmed. Let run rampant, they would destroy the very things they were meant to illuminate. Embryonic bonfires, each bearing a seed of destruction so potent it could tumble cities and dash kings to their knees.
Queen Mahapajapati was not like other women in the palace. She frequently told Yasodhara that women possessed as much wisdom and strength as men and needed to shoulder the responsibilities of society also. While women did possess a special ability to create warmth and happiness in their families, there was no reason for them to remain only in the kitchen or in the palace. Gotami found in her daughter-in-law a woman with whom she could share true friendship, for like herself, Yasodhara was thoughtful and independent. Not only did the queen offer Yasodhara her approval, but she worked alongside Yasodhara as well.
stronger than mountains. a place where my heart feels the safest- underneath his shirt.
With callused hands i tasted the softness of the moon in the coldest winds i discovered my soul's warmest fireplace in the roughness of his stubble the tenderest love.
and the afterglow... of your gaze...is the only sweater that I need.
i want to stay curled and cosied and chocolated....forever in my mother’s arms.
Freedom with happiness is like a winter sun: it give light but no warmth.
as a flower, she knew he was no god, because he existed. he just was. and he was always there for her. his being was the heart-shaped light from the way-beyond. and when she saw his glow, felt his warmth, and absorbed his energy into her delicate petals, she now touched magic. and she knew with such a certainty, finally, what love truly was
A baby is like the morning sunshine, it comes with the lights of love, hope, warmth, beauty and endless possibilities.
i look up in hope, dreaming to be brightened up, and begotten out of this hazy funk, and suddenly, i see my light glowing high above me, she is warming certainty wearing her angelic halo, as my spirits rise up to kiss her, i smile clearly
We humans are always seeking the warmest attachments we can imagine
like a blanket of hope, in your life may all the cold turn to warm...and may all the warmth become a glowing heat, and may all the glowing heat be a wrapped blessing of joy warming your heart
Trust is not a gasoline-soaked blanket that succumbs to the matches of betrayal, never able to be used for its warmth again; it’s a tapestry that wears thin in places, but can be patched over if you have the right materials, circumstances, and patience to repair it. If you don’t, you’re always the one who feels the coldest when winter comes.
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.
Push too far into independence and we disconnect and hurt each other. Then in a longing for togetherness, we seek each other out; fumbling around for the warmth of the other. Push too far into intimacy and we get afraid of losing ourselves in it and head the other way. It is the ongoing interplay between independence and intimacy.
Love is the current principle as it underwrites all matters of our universe. Loving one another is therefore a principal matter for all of us. And as such, we choose to stay present in its noble truth each and every moment of the now. Now then and forever more, let our hearts continue to overflow with love instead of fear as we are truly one in its intent; the source of all life. We are but one kindred brotherhood of wo-man-kind living the beautiful reality of love that we call life.
I love listening to the sound of your heart beating, the comforting memory of a cuddling womb.
I love the warmth of apple pie.
Dancing begets warmth, which is the parent of wantonness.