Muscle is created by repeatedly lifting things that have been designed to weigh us down. So when your shoulders feel heavy, stand up straight and lift your chin – call it exercise. When the world crumbles around you, you have to look at the wreckage and then build a new one out of all the pieces that are still here. Remember, you are still here. The human heart beats approximately four thousand times per hour. Each pulse, each throb, each palpitation is a trophy engraved with the words ‘You are still alive.’ You are still alive. Act like it.
Quotes
My mission, should I choose to accept it, is to find peace with exactly who and what I am. To take pride in my thoughts, my appearance, my talents, my flaws and to stop this incessant worrying that I can’t be loved as I am.
You must learn her.
You must know the reason why she is silent. You must trace her weakest spots. You must write to her. You must remind her that you are there. You must know how long it takes for her to give up. You must be there to hold her when she is about to.
You must love her because many have tried and failed. And she wants to know that she is worthy to be loved, that she is worthy to be kept.
And, this is how you keep her.
I’m still learning to love the parts of me that no one claps for.
Never trust a person that has let you down more than 2 times. Once was a warning, twice was a lesson and anything more than that is simply taking an advantage.
Its funny how cheating and lying are more socially acceptable than polyamory
(via polylove-girls-blog)
Some feel genuine, maddening, stinging jealousy when their lovers are with other partners. One woman says she feels physically sick, another sees tunnel vision, and a third loses control so much she feels like “other people are driving the bus and I’m not even close to the wheel.” They flinch when their lovers have sex with someone too similar to themselves, or writhe with discomfort when they feel their power in a relationship threatened. And yet, these women stand by their non-monogamous lives.
Some periods of our growth are so confusing that we don’t even recognize that growth is happening. We may feel hostile or angry or weepy and hysterical, or we may feel depressed. It would never occur to us, unless we stumbled on a book or a person who explained to us, that we were in fact in the process of change, of actually becoming larger, spiritually, than we were before. Whenever we grow, we tend to feel it, as a young seed must feel the weight and inertia of the earth as it seeks to break out of its shell on its way to becoming a plant. Often the feeling is anything but pleasant. But what is most unpleasant is the not knowing what is happening. Those long periods when something inside ourselves seems to be waiting, holding its breath, unsure about what the next step should be, eventually become the periods we wait for, for it is in those periods that we realize that we are being prepared for the next phase of our life and that, in all probability, a new level of the personality is about to be revealed.
Compassion hurts. When you feel connected to everything, you also feel responsible for everything.
Love makes your soul crawl out from it’s hiding place.