Quotes About Embrace

En toen, als bij ingeving, kusten ze hem allebei op een wang - Alyss op de rechter, Evanlyn op de linker - om elkaar vervolgens als twee blazende katten aan te kijken.

the wet brush of snowflakes was like your kisses everywhere ...

impulses are flowing through my brain - primal sparks leaping gaps - all so I can put my arms around you...

All the windows of my heart I open to the day.

The windows of my soul I throw Wide open to the sun.

But a second, equally prominent, emphasis of the early days was learning to navigate without fixed maps; that is, to learn at an unconscious level. As I soon discovered in doing trance work, a hypnotic induction is a set of communications that de-frames or dissolves fixed maps, thereby allowing new experiences unhindered by the map bias.

Life is short..Live to the fullest..

I am a bed of sparks you breathe upon and kindle

A bright torch, and a casement ope at night,To let the warm Love in!

It is ironic that the moment you can accept yourself as you are, you can easily change yourself and become different. So long as you dislike yourself it is difficult to change, for it is self-acceptance at the deepest level which frees us to move on

What I mean is, I love winter, and when you really love something, then it loves you back, in whatever way it has to love.

The 2nd time leads to the 3rd, the 5th, the 7th time, I feel so alive, it won't last but it's alright

Each time you call me home in a sweet refrain, Saying things will change, you'll take away the pain, Then we flashback to the first time you put your spell on me, You envelope me, you feel good as hell to me

All of me Loves all of you

Love is the answer, and you know that for sure Love is a flower, you've got to let it grow.

Love is the flower you've got to let grow.

The way to restore the Wasteland is to embrace it with compassion, to become identified with it in exactly the same way that the lover identifies with the beloved: for what wounds the beloved wounds the lover.

sense the story like an approaching storm

I wonder how I can crowd all my joy into one short life.

Let everything happen to you: beauty and terror. Just keep going. No feeling is final. Don't let yourself lose me. Nearby is the country they call life. You will know it by its seriousness. Give me your hand.

Accepting your reality is only possible when you see the possibilities and options that exist in the relationships that surround you.

Here's ivy! take them, as I used to do Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine. Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true, And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.

"Guess now who holds thee?"—"Death," I said. But thereThe silver answer rang—"Not Death, but Love."

You did not love an angel to be safe, or in the interests of survival, or even because you thought the angel might even love you back. You did not love an angel because you thought you could tame an angel, change it, make it safe. You loved an angel because to love an angel was to touch something larger than yourself, and because the process of that touch enlarged you as well.