Wednesday, August 31, 2011

Maybe sometimes you have to stop waiting for someone to come along and fix what's wrong.

Maybe you have to stop feeling sorry for yourself and realize that no one else has the answer.

Maybe sometimes you just have to be your own hero.

Monday, August 29, 2011

maybe having a choice...

‎Maybe that’s what it all comes down to. Love, not as a surge of passion, but as a choice to commit to something, someone, no matter what obstacles or temptations stand in the way. And maybe making that choice, again and again, day in and day out, year after year, says more about love than never having a choice to make at all.

Sunday, August 28, 2011

love and drugs

I’ve been in love before. It’s like a narcotic. At first, it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.

won't wait

Why don’t you tell me that

“if the girl had been worth having, she’d have waited for you?”

No, sir, the girl really worth having won’t wait for anybody."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

The Truth about Forever

But I'd long ago learned not to be picky in farewells.

They weren't guaranteed or promised.

You were lucky, more than blessed, if you got a good-bye at all.

— Sarah Dessen

The Single-Bullet Theory

Everybody's got one person out there. One bullet. And if you're lucky in life, you get to meet that person. And once you do, once you're shot through the heart, then there's nobody else. No matter what happens -- death, divorce, infidelity, whatever -- nobody else can ever come close.

- Michael Connelly

ex ex ex

An "ex" is called an "ex"

because it's an EX--ample

of what you shouldn't have again

in the future.


If we allow our relationship to be threatened by someone who can offer us something better, then all of us would be miserable because there could always be better partners than the ones we have now. It eventually becomes a matter of contentment. Let us try to make our relationship work even if at times we lose our interest in it. Being blessed is not always about finding someone new to love but being able to continue to love someone we've always had.

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