Quotes Posted By SolitaryWriter

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    A Favorite of 5 users

    "Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations. Him and the pope.Sexual orientation.The whole works, right? I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling.Seeing that. If I ask you about women, you'll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman... and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach,dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap... and watch him gasp his last breath lookin' to you for help. If I asked you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet, but you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feelin' like God put an angel on Earth just for you, who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel, to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything.Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room... for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes... that the terms "visiting hours" don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, 'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much."

    April 2, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655370
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    A Favorite of 4 users

    There will be no ring, no rose
    That's not how I propose
    I promise a world where love thrives
    Where anger and hatred can't strive
    Where you are you, I am me
    No other place I'd rather be
    Where hearts don't break, nothing shatters
    Where I'd love you, you'd love me, and nothing else matters

    April 16, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655656
  • 3

    A Favorite of 3 users

    What is love?

    The relinquishment of all logic.
    All practical patterns, All sanity. All things analytical.
    It is not sane. Not something you can explain.
    Sometimes it protects from the world ugly,
    It's a wall.
    Other times it's warm and accepting,
    In front of which mighty walls fall.
    It's a warm feeling. Like forgiveness. Like warm tears.
    It's accepting, forgiving, wards of our deepest fears.
    It's a child's laugh. Her first cry.
    Makes you fall in love as soon as you hear them, don't even need to try.
    It's the feeling of being hugged, by mom, my love, my dog.
    It's the appreciative pat I remember, one of the few warm ones from my dad.
    It's the joy of cooking a bad meal, still being proud of the burnt toast.
    The generosity of a happy fulfilled host.
    It's all things wonderful. All things sad.
    It's fitting I guess, there is some good in everything bad.
    It's the ecstacy of the first kiss, the first hug, the first time you fell asleep at her arms and she heard you snore.
    It's love when you feel the same way, even when it's not the first time anymore.
    What is love you ask me? It's all things pristine, all things pure, all things fair.
    It's life, it's blood, it's air.

    March 19, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:654971
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    A Favorite of 3 users

    The difference between you and me? I don't assume you are happy without me.

    March 26, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655188
  • 5

    A Favorite of 3 users

    A forever sleepless night, your warm body under a cold sheet.
    No words necessary, no hurts no harm.
    No baggage of the past, no pain that would last.
    I guess I am a dreamer, but not the only one.

    April 1, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655355
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    Let me know when we are strangers again, so that we can start fresh.

    April 4, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655382
  • 7

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    Easy to hate, difficult to love - that has been my life. I thought you'd be different.

    April 6, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655410
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    Not everything makes sense. Not everything submits to a reason. The ability to make sense of something depends on your ability to understand and the other's ability to explain. Both are incomplete entities, both are insufficient. The real test of love is to love without reason. The real test of trust is to trust what doesn't make sense. Everything else is just insufficient.

    April 9, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655492
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    A Favorite of 3 users

    I have seen betrayal, more times than I can care to remember. But what you have done has a flavor to it, a certain pain which probably will go unrivaled for the rest of my existence. On some days, all I want to do is show up at your door and demand an answer. Then I realize I won't get one. If I was important enough, I shouldn't have had to look for an answer.

    April 10, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655516
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    A Favorite of 3 users

    There are two kinds of pain. Pain which hurts, and pain which alters.

    April 19, 2019 by SolitaryWriter  ID#:655720