Had I told the sea what I felt for you, it would have left its shores, its shells, its fish, and followed me. ~ Nizar Qabbani (Photo by Bruce Weber)

Photo by Peter Lindbergh

That was one of the saddest things about people — their most important thoughts and feelings often went unspoken and barely understood.
Alexandra Adornetto

And in the end, we were all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald (Photo by David Burton)

We waste so much energy trying to cover up who we are when beneath every attitude is the want to be loved, and beneath every anger is a wound to be healed and beneath every sadness is the fear that there will not be enough time. When we hesitate in being direct, we unknowingly slip something on, some added layer of protection that keeps us from feeling the world, and often that thin covering is the beginning of a loneliness which, if not put down, diminishes our chances of joy. It's like wearing gloves every time we touch something, and then, forgetting we chose to put them on, we complain that nothing feels quite real. Our challenge each day is not to get dressed to face the world but to unglove ourselves so that the doorknob feels cold and the car handle feels wet and the kiss goodbye feels like the lips of another being, soft and unrepeatable.
Mark Nepo

I wonder what would happen if I treated everyone like I was in love with them whether I like them or not, and whether they respond or not, and no matter what they say or do to me… just accept all that and turn my attention to some small, weak, tender, hidden part, and keep my eyes on that until it shines like a beam of light, like a bonfire I can warm my hands by and trust it to burn away all the waste which never was my business to meddle with. ~ Derek Tasker

Photo by Azim Haidaryan

I think we love differently every day.
Like the guy who said you can’t stand in a river at exactly the same place twice. Today I love you differently than yesterday, or will tomorrow.
Jonathan Carroll

But I have seen the best of you and the worst of you, and I choose both. ~ Sarah Kay

Love, I think, is a gateway to the world, not an escape from it. ~ Mark Doty (Photo by James Macari)

If it is true that the only paradises are those we have lost, I know what name to give the tender and inhuman something that dwells in me today. An emigrant returns to his country. And I remember. The irony and tension fade away, and I am home once more. I don’t want to ruminate on happiness. It is much simpler and much easier than that. For what has remained untouched in these hours I retrieve from the depths of forgetfulness is the memory of a pure emotion, a moment suspended in eternity. Only this memory is true in me, and I always discover it too late. We love the gentleness of certain gestures, the way a tree fits into a landscape. And we have only one detail with which to recreate all this love, but it will do: the smell of a room too long shut up, the special sound of a footstep on the road. This is the way it is for me. And if I loved then in giving myself, I finally became myself, since only love restores us.
Albert Camus (Lyrical and Critical Essays.Vintage, 1970)

What matters is that you allow your heart, not your ego, to rule your life. Then very little matters because you will be a humble person and you’ll take most of life as it comes. If it rains, you get wet; if they don’t show up on time, you wait… If life doesn’t go the way you want, accept the way it does go, use it as your teacher. ~ Stuart Wilde