Tuesday, February 09, 2010
OF LOVE AND SOULMATE WORDS 02-10-2010
“Love is the hardest thing in the world to write about. It’s so simple. You’ve got to catch it through details. Like the early morning sunlight hitting the grey tin of the rainspout in front of her house. The ring of the telephone that sounds like Beethoven’s Pastorale. A letter scribbled on her office stationary that you carry around in your pocket because it smells like all the lilacs in Ohio.” ~ The Lost Weekend
“Have you ever been in love? Horrible isn’t it? It makes you so vulnerable. It opens your chest and it opens up your heart and it means that someone can get inside you and mess you up. You build up all these defenses, you build up a whole suit of armor, so that nothing can hurt you, then one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…You give them a piece of you. They didn’t ask for it. They did something dumb one day, like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. Love takes hostages. It gets inside you. It eats you out and leaves you crying in the darkness, so simple a phrase like ‘maybe we should be just friends’ turns into a glass splinter working its way into your heart. It hurts. Not just in the imagination. Not just in the mind. It’s a soul-hurt, a real gets-inside-you-and-rips-you-apart pain. I hate love.” — Neil Gaiman.
“Love. Its not something you decide to feel, It not like..’oh he’s cute, I’m gonna love him’ Its just happens, one day you’ll see him. You’ve probably seen him many times before but for some reason this time is different, there’s something there, something that you never realized before. You can’t take your eyes off him, & you start to get this feeling in the pit of your stomach. It doesn’t hurt but its like a sinking feeling & suddenly you feel like throwing up. But then again you’ll like this feeling, cus the feeling you get once he leaves will be so much worse. It will be an indescribable pain, & you’ll just feel empty inside. You’ll begin to look for him where ever you go, start dreaming about him at night. Every love song that you here will make you think of him. Suddenly it will be harder to talk to him, & you won’t understand why your words aren’t coming out right. You’ll start over analyzing everything you say to him, you’ll think that every thing you say sounds stupid. But whatever he says to you will just be perfect. You seem him differently then everyone else, the room will light up when ever he walks in, & everything is always better when he’s there.” via staree
“A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.” — Richard Bach
“When you’re a teenager and in your early twenties [love] seems desperately eternal and excruciatingly painful. Whereas as you grow older you realise that most things are excruciatingly painful and that is the human condition. Most of us continue to survive because we’re convinced that somewhere along the line, with grit and determination and perseverance, we will end up in some magical union with somebody. It’s a fallacy, of course, but it’s a form of religion. You have to believe. There is a light that never goes out and it’s called hope.” — Morrissey
If your heart was broken in the past, you broke it with the lies you believed about love. Love makes you strong; selfishness makes you weak. Love doesn't hurt. What hurts is the fear, selfishness, and control that come from the lies you believe in.
“Some people never say the words ‘I love you’. It’s not their style to be so bold. Some people never say those words: ‘I love you’ But, like a child, they’re longing to be told.” — Paul Simon