Website: Gives Me Hope

Today i got a text from my boyfriend instructing me to go into my bedroom for 15 minutes.

When he text me to come out again, i walked into a flood of pink balloons. He told me he'd blown up all 730 of them by himself -- one for each day I've fought cancer.

His amazing soul GMH

When I was 8 years old, I was in a car crash and lost my left arm.

For 14 years, I've dreaded having to put on my prosthetic arm everyday.

5 months ago, I woke up and went to put my arm on. I found it with a ring on the finger, and a note in the hand that said, "Liz, will you marry me?"

My fiance`'s love for every piece of me GMH

Years ago, I told my best friend, Matt, that I couldn't go to senior prom with him because my parents couldn't afford to buy me a ticket or a dress.

The night of the prom, Matt showed up at my door with a beautiful red dress, matching shoes and corsage, and a two tickets to prom.

3 years, a marriage, and one child later, he still GMH.

I had an uncle, who every day would wake up and say good morning to life.

A few years ago, he died unexpectedly. When I went to his funeral, the church was PACKED full of teenagers. Turns out he volunteered at a local high school, and many of those teenagers told me they wouldn't be alive today without him.

His love of life and all people GMH.

Temporary Madness

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

— Louis de Bernières

Believe in Kissing

Children

On Children- Kahlil Gibran

Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life's longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer's hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.

Quotes Collection: Jane Roberts

You must begin to trust yourself. If you do not then you will forever be looking to others to prove your own merit to you, and you will never be satisfied. You will always be asking others what to do, and at the same time, resenting those from who you seek such aid.

Each of us seems to have a main focus, a particular idea of practicality - a concept of 'what we want out of life' against which we judge our experiences.

No Place to Go

"No Place To Go"

The happiest nights
I ever know
Are those when I've
No place to go,
And the missus says
When the day is through:
"To-night we haven't
A thing to do."
Oh, the joy of it,
And the peace untold
Of sitting 'round
In my slippers old,
With my pipe and book
In my easy chair,
Knowing I needn't
Go anywhere.
Needn't hurry
My evening meal
Nor force the smiles
That I do not feel,
But can grab a book
From a near-by shelf,
And drop all sham
And be myself.
Oh, the charm of it
And the comfort rare;
Nothing on earth
With it can compare;
And I'm sorry for him
Who doesn't know
The joy of having
No place to go.

Edgar A. Guest

Quote Collection: Napoleon Hill

"Do not wait; the time will never be "just right." Start where you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your command, and better tools will be found as you go along."

"Opportunity often comes disguised in the form of misfortune, or temporary defeat"

"The majority of men meet with failure because (they don't create) new plans to take the place of those that fail."

I Love You

I Love You- Ella Wheeler Wilcox

I love your lips when they're wet with wine
And red with a wild desire;
I love your eyes when the lovelight lies
Lit with a passionate fire.
I love your arms when the warm white flesh
Touches mine in a fond embrace;
I love your hari when the strands enmesh
Your kisses against my face.

Not for me the cold calm kiss
Of a virgin's bloodless love;
Not for me the saint's white bliss,
Nor the heart of a spotless dove.
But give me the love that so freely gives
And laughs at the whole world's blame,
With your body so young and warm in my arms,
It sets my poor heart aflame.

So kiss me sweet with your warm wet mouth,
Still fragrant with ruby wine,
And say with a fervor born of the South
That your body and soul are mine.
Clasp me close in your warm young arms,
While the pale stars shine above,
And we'll live our whole young lives away
In the joys of a living love

Love?

In a social environment that is ever crowded and impersonal, it is becoming increasing important to reconsider the value of close personal relationships before we are driven to ask the forlorn question, “What happened to love?” Desmond Morris

Omission

The Sin of Omission

Margaret E. Sangster

It isn't the thing you do, dear;
It's the thing you leave undone,
That gives you a bit of heartache
At setting of the sun.

The tender word forgotten,
The letter you did not write,
The flowers you did not send, dear,
Are your haunting ghosts to-night.

The stone you might have lifted
Out of a brother's way,
The bit of heartsome counsel
You were hurried too much to say;

The loving touch of the hand, dear,
The gentle and winsome tone,
Which you had no time nor thought for,
With troubles enough of your own.

Those little acts of kindness,
So easily out of mind;
Those chances to be angels
Which every one may find

They come in night and silence
Each chill, reproachful wraith
When hope is faint and flagging
And a blight has dropped on faith.

For life is all too short, dear,
And sorrow is all too great;
To suffer our slow compassion
That tarries until too late;

And it's not the thing you do, dear,
It's the thing you leave undone,
Which gives you a bit of heartache
At the setting of the sun.

Mae West

"A woman in love can't be reasonable - or she probably wouldn't be in love.

"Save a boyfriend for a rainy day - and another, in case it doesn't rain."

"All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else."

"Love isn't an emotion or an instinct - it's an art."

Tolerance

"Plea For Tolerance"

If we but knew what forces helped to mold
The lives of others from their earliest years—
Knew something of their background, joys and tears,
And whether or not their youth was dear and cold,
Or if some dark belief had taken hold
And kept them shackled, torn with doubts and fears
So long it crushed the force that preserves
And made their hearts grow prematurely old,—

Then we might judge with wiser, kindlier sight,
And learn to put aside our pride and scorn. . .
Perhaps no one can ever quite undo
His faults or wholly banish some past blight—
The tolerant mind is purified, reborn,
And lifted upward to a saner view.

Margaret E. Bruner.

I Carry Your Heart

"I Carry Your Heart With Me"

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

ee cummings

Quote Collection: Abraham Maslow

A musician must make music, an artist must paint, a poet must write, if he is to be ultimately at peace with himself. What a man can be, he must be. This need we call self-actualization.

If you deliberately plan on being less than you are capable of being, then I warn you that you'll be unhappy for the rest of your life.

We may define therapy as a search for value.

Never Know

Jack Johnson- Never Know

It all happened so much faster
Than you could say disaster
Wanna take a time lapse
And look at it backwards
From the last one
And maybe thats just the answer
That we're after
But after all
We're just a bubble in a boiling pot
Just one breath in a chain of thought
The moments just combusting
Feel certain but we'll never never know
Just seems the same
Give it a different name
We're beggin and we're needing
And we're trying and we're breathing

Never knowing
Shocking but we're nothing
We're just moments
We're Clever but we're clueless
We're just human
Amusing but confusing
Helping, we're building
And we're growing
Never Know

Letters to Crushes

Somewhere Out There,

I don't know who you are. I don't know where you'll be traveling from when we finally meet. I don't know what you'll look like when you smile. I don't know what your voice will sound like when I'll look over at you in the morning from across the bed.

But I do know this:

When we finally meet, I will make sure that your travel was worthwhile. When I finally see your face, I'll make it my mission to put that smile exactly where it should be. And when we wake up, I'll be there to make the coffee while you make our eggs.

-Patiently Waiting

Leslie, if you're reading,

i dont care that you like milk instead of water. or that you cheat in every chess game. doesnt really matter to me that you suck at spanish, cant play soccer for your life, or think babies are ugly. I don't even notice your bad hairdays anymore. I think its funny when you knock stuff over. And i know you've bounced from school to school to school this year, and that your mom puts her glass of wine before you. I like that your number has three consecutive 9s in it. And that you know more asian history then american. I like that you don't complement yourself. You don't scream when your scared. Your ears aren't pierced, your nails aren't painted. Skirts make you look shorter. I can use you as my arm rest.

you are everything i want, not everything i need. i love you leslie. now take it and run like i know you will.

The way you dance in the middle of the hallways, the way you walk into doors, the way drop almost everything you touch, the way you blush all the time, the way you drum on the computer when you hear one of those old rock songs, the way you always say the weirdest things, the way you still think star wars is a cool thing, the way you know everything but still remain so clueless, the way you let your hair fall in your beautiful face, the way you burst into a song in the middle of a class, the way you see life as nothing but a beautiful thing.

These things up there, are just a small amount of all the things I love about you.

You stole my heart.

5’8”,

I know I’m taller, but I promise if we sit side by side on a couch and I lean into you, I’ll fit just fine.

— 5’9”

All found from here.

Lyrics: Hiding Behind This Smile

Hiding Behind This Smile- Matt Wertz

Cause I don't know what I should do now
When I've exausted all I know how
Still all of my efforts, they fail me
Leaving me broken and empty
I can't go on, half living this life on my own

Cause I'm hiding behind this smile
No, I haven't come out for awhile
See there is this place so empty inside me
I keep hiding behind this smile

There must be some place warmer then here
Because my teeth just chatter and I live in fear
But every attempt I attempt just impails me
Leaving me broken and empty
And I can't go on, half living this life on my own

Laughter

Your Laughter- Pablo Neruda

Take bread away from me, if you wish,
take air away, but
do not take from me your laughter.

Do not take away the rose,
the lance flower that you pluck,
the water that suddenly
bursts forth in joy,
the sudden wave
of silver born in you.

My struggle is harsh and I come back
with eyes tired
at times from having seen
the unchanging earth,
but when your laughter enters
it rises to the sky seeking me
and it opens for me all
the doors of life.

My love, in the darkest
hour your laughter
opens, and if suddenly
you see my blood staining
the stones of the street,
laugh, because your laughter
will be for my hands
like a fresh sword.

Next to the sea in the autumn,
your laughter must raise
its foamy cascade,
and in the spring, love,
I want your laughter like
the flower I was waiting for,
the blue flower, the rose
of my echoing country.

Laugh at the night,
at the day, at the moon,
laugh at the twisted
streets of the island,
laugh at this clumsy
boy who loves you,
but when I open
my eyes and close them,
when my steps go,
when my steps return,
deny me bread, air,
light, spring,
but never your laughter
for I would die.

Quote Collection: Erich Fromm

Why should society feel responsible only for the education of children, and not for the education of all adults of every age?

Love is union with somebody, or something, outside oneself, under the condition of retaining the separateness and integrity of one's own self.

Man's main task in life is to give birth to himself, to become what he potentially is. The most important product of his effort is his own personality.

The Ivy Crown

William Carlos Williams - The Ivy Crown

The whole process is a lie,

        unless,

            crowned by excess,

It break forcefully,

        one way or another,

            from its confinement—

or find a deeper well.

        Antony and Cleopatra

            were right;

they have shown

        the way. I love you

            or I do not live

at all.

Daffodil time

         is past. This is

              summer, summer!

the heart says,

         and not even the full of it.

              No doubts

are permitted—

         though they will come

              and may

before our time

         overwhelm us.

              We are only mortal

but being mortal

         can defy our fate.

              We may

by an outside chance

         even win! We do not

              look to see

jonquils and violets

         come again

              but there are,

still,

         the roses!

Romance has no part in it.

         The business of love is

              cruelty which,

by our wills,

         we transform

              to live together.

It has its seasons,

         for and against,

              whatever the heart

fumbles in the dark

         to assert

              toward the end of May.

Just as the nature of briars

         is to tear flesh,

              I have proceeded

through them.

         Keep

              the briars out,

they say.

         You cannot live

              and keep free of

briars.

Children pick flowers.

         Let them.

              Though having them

in hand

         they have no further use for them

              but leave them crumpled

at the curb's edge.

At our age the imagination

         across the sorry facts

              lifts us

to make roses

         stand before thorns.

              Sure

love is cruel

         and selfish

              and totally obtuse—

at least, blinded by the light,

         young love is.

              But we are older,

I to love

         and you to be loved,

              we have,

no matter how,

         by our wills survived

              to keep

the jeweled prize

         always

              at our finger tips.

We will it so

         and so it is

              past all accident.