Posted by: Marianna Mansueto
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Love)
And she knew, too, that neither dæmon would change now, having felt a lover's hands on them. These were their shapes for life: they would want no other.
from the book "" by Philip Pullman
And she knew, too, that neither dæmon would change now, having felt a lover's hands on them. These were their shapes for life: they would want no other.
Love is like a drug, it brings you into a parallel world, it makes you feel happy until the effect rubs off, returning you to that disgrace which is reality, but now you're used to it and you look for it everywhere to escape from the present.
If you don't search that person for the fear of being heavy or insistent then you are not willing to risk enough for her.
Authentic love is that which lives in these hearts which often thousands of washes, centrifuges and after being exposed to the sun, the wind, humidity, resist felting, becoming yellow or losing colour without altering the intimate fibers of life's material.
You read the most intense "I love you" in a look, in a smile, in that long touchable silence that makes sense only to the soul.
When you will meet your kindred spirit, "the one", you will discover if it's right only when your past, your present and your future will only hold space enough for her.
Those who are in love always travel on two different trains, on two parallel lines that rarely stop at a station. They are two trains that always travel on the same, never ending line, parallel, as I was saying, but that go in opposite directions.
Lovers, true ones, those who always find each other even if the world keeps saying "no", you can recognise them imediately beacause at a certain point in their lives, when each others' hearts say that the time is right, they stop in the same station and join together in a special embrace, one of those that magically sorts out all that the world and destiny messed up,
and they linger there, on that small platform tht divides two endless tracks,
while their trains leave, going back on their opposite ways,
leaving them there.
Alone, and never alone again.
Eternal love doesn't exist. One day the person you love may change their mind, she may die or something may happen inside you. Don't worry about what may happen, think about having fun and having some wonderful moments, so wonderful that you may never forget them or all your life.
You love only when you hope the other is happy even without you, instead of with you but unhappy.
No one can change the past. Except for love. Love is born, grows, remains eternal.