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Is there a way to grasp what love means without becoming a lover first?
Love cannot be explained. It can only be experienced.
Love cannot be explained, yet it explains all.
Grabbing the amber rosary Rumi had left behind, I thanked God over and over again for giving me a true companion and prayed that his beautiful soul would never sober up from the drunkenness of Divine Love.
“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”
“Numbing the pain is not the same as healing it,” Master Sameed said. “When the anesthesia wears off, the pain is still there.”
“It is called the ney...And its sound is the sigh of the lover for the beloved.”
Where there is love, there is bound to be heartache.
“I didn’t come to you because of the first wind, nor would I leave you because of the last.”
Little did I know that I was making the most common and the most painful mistake women have made all throughout the ages: to naïvely think that with their love they can change the men they love.
Slowly, tenderly, and in ever-growing circles, he moved his palms up from her feet toward her ankles and from there toward her belly. All the while his lips muttered words that sounded like a secret ancient code to Ella. Suddenly she understood. He was praying. While his hands caressed every inch of her body, his eyes remained firmly closed and his lips prayed for her. It was the most spiritual thing she had ever experienced. And although she kept her clothes on, and so did he, and although there was nothing carnal about it, it was the sexiest feeling she had ever experienced.
“Love is the water of life. And a lover is a soul of fire!
“The universe turns differently when fire loves water.”
Shams smiled fleetingly. “Every man has a degree of womanliness inside.”
“Even the ones who are manly men?”
“Especially those, my dear,” Shams said, garnishing his words with a wink and dropping his voice to a whisper, as if sharing a secret.
—The Forty Rules of Love
In order to flee from the past and reach the future, we forget to live in the present.
Just as clay needs to go through intense heat to become strong, Love can only be perfected in pain.
“Please do smack me if this is out of line, but you are the most exquisite woman I have ever seen in my life, and I would like to procure for you the most lavish drink in this establishment if you will let me.”
“You’re a charmer,” June says, smiling indulgently.
“And you are a goddess.”
—Red, white and royal blue
“Words. Words. I play with words, hoping that some combination, even a chance combination, will say what I want.”
— Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook
You were holding my heart in the palms of your hand. You could have been gentle yet you decided to crush it.
Let my heart tell you, "I love you", a hundred thousand times, every time a different nuance, a different color, a different sound.
e.v.e.
He's obsessed with her body right now. She likes him like this—kissing every part of her like he's deriving life force from it.
—When I am with you, Durjoy Datta.
— Anne Sexton, Elegy in the Classroom
𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆.
When Mahmoud Darwish said, "A University degree, four books and hundereds of articles and I still make mistakes when reading. You wrote me 'good morning' and I read it as 'I love you'."
You have stopped missing me at 2 AM also.
“Loving someone is like moving into a house,” Sonja used to say. “At first you fall in love with all the new things, amazed every morning that all this belongs to you, as if fearing that someone would suddenly come rushing in through the door to explain that a terrible mistake had been made, you weren’t actually supposed to live in a wonderful place like this. Then over the years the walls become weathered, the wood splinters here and there, and you start to love that house not so much because of all its perfection, but rather for its imperfections. You get to know all the nooks and crannies. How to avoid getting the key caught in the lock when it’s cold outside. Which of the floorboards flex slightly when one steps on them or exactly how to open the wardrobe doors without them creaking. These are the little secrets that make it your home.”
— A man called Ove, Fredrick Bachman.
Just want to Live, Laugh, Love. Why is it so hard?!
You were one wish away. But sadly, there were no shooting stars on the night sky
"Stars wish away from every which way to the center of my heart with the tip of this pencil, constellations are stenciled within the wind, and the sands of time shine in my mind like moonlight as each grain shaves away my sins.."
I am a celestial harbinger larger than the darkness - eUë
If you ever unlove me, have the guts to tell it to my face. Otherwise you are a coward.
“You don’t fool me, darling,” she said with a playful little smile and crept into his big arms. “You’re dancing on the inside, Ove, when no one’s watching. And I’ll always love you for that. Whether you like it or not.”
— A Man called Ove, Fedrik Backman