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“The two most important days of your life are the day you are born and the day you find out why.” - Mark Twain
We both lost pieces of ourselves. The problem was, neither of us knew how to ask for help. And we were all out of white flags to wave.
Grief is incredibly complex. There’s no right or wrong way to navigate your pain. You can only hang on as tightly as possible and remember that each day you wake up you are far braver than you know. Much stronger than you think.
“My God, I’m convinced when she gets out of bed in the mornin’ and places her feet on the floor, the devil cowers in fear.”
My God, experiencing the war was almost easier than being near that hellion of a woman.
Besides, how can I describe a woman who has a face from heaven and a mouth from hell?
I desire a spark. I desire chemistry. I merely desire the rush of desire.
Pain understands pain on a fundamental level. Perhaps, that’s why we consistently seek solace when we’re hurting even though we know we’ll regret it later.
“You will be okay, and every breath you take is strength for tomorrow. You can make it through today.
Livingston kissed like a man with nothing left in life but one last breath.
“Because bookshelves are a journey for your eyes. To remember the places you’ve experienced, the characters you’ve encountered. The laughter and heartache each writer has given you is incalculable.”
A memorable kiss is felt and never forced.”
A kiss is a kiss, but a touch can break you.”
There’s no one who isn’t inspired. They simply haven’t found what sets their soul on fire.
“Everything I do seems wrong. But you? You are the only thing that feels right,”
Of course, a lady would. But as you’ve said before, I’m no lady.”
“Je vais te baiser si fort que tout le monde saura que tu es à moi,”
“Perhaps at first. In war, there are battle lines, but in the end, all men bleed the same.”
In life, it’s not our place to question the pain someone else experiences. We only need to recognize it.
I think we show the best and worst parts of ourselves to the people who love us the most.”
Where is love born from? Does it take a second of direct eye contact? Or is it an accumulation of innocuous moments that start the fire?
“Maybe our loss allows us to love with more intention. The truth is, the most dangerous love is the one that causes you to be vulnerable.
