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I’ve torn down these fences and burned down my walls. You’re welcome to step in, because there is nothing keeping you out. If you are meant for my heart, I will not question.
photoThe biggest scars are unseen and unremembered, always from a smile you forgot long ago. We would never get anything done otherwise
photoAfter a life changing event, there are no ordinary moments . Every second you live is extraordinary.
photoThe beast in me Is caged by frail and fragile bars
photoAnd never take it for granted
photoI wondered if I was a monster. Not the kind that he thought he was, but the real kind. The kind that hurt people. The kind that had no limits when it came to what they wanted
photoYour memory is a monster; you forget—it doesn’t. It simply files things away. It keeps things for you, or hides things from you—and summons them to your recall with a will of its own. You think you have a memory; but it has you.
photo– dark coin of my soul –
No matter how frightened and discouraged I may become about the future, I look forward to it. In spite of everything I see all around me every day, I have a shaky assurance that everything will turn out fine; and I don’t think I’m the only one. Why else would the phrase “Everything is alright” ease a troubled place in so many of us? We just don’t know, we never know, yet we have so much faith. We hold our hands over our hurts and lean forward. It is how we keep on, this kind of hope
photoI’m thinking that sometimes you just have to make the decision to be happy. Just realize that things aren’t ever what you hoped they’d be. Not ever. For anybody. The only thing that separates one kind of person from another is that there are some who stay angry about it and there are some who accept what comes their way
photoI couldn’t bear to cause pain. This weakness went back to my earliest childhood, when, climbing on the backyard fence one day, I stepped to the ground without looking and crushed a newborn chick under my foot. I’d scream in horror of it and wept for an hour in spite of my mother’s assurances that it was all right, I didn’t mean to do it, there were plenty of other new chicks, it happened all the time
photoWe, unaccustomed to courage
exiles from delight
live coiled in shells of loneliness
until love leaves its high holy temple
and comes into our sight
to liberate us into life.
Love arrives
and in its train come ecstasies
old memories of pleasure
ancient histories of pain.
Yet if we are bold,
love strikes away the chains of fear
from our souls.
We are weaned from our timidity
In the flush of love’s light
we dare be brave
And suddenly we see
that love costs all we are
and will ever be.
Yet it is only love
which sets us free
MAYA ANGELOU
It is the nature of all greatness not to be perfect.
photoSome people walk in the rain, others just get wet.
photoSo I wait with open arms for you to embrace me.
photoSexual desire’s not something you understand.” I said, giving my usual middle-of-the-road opinion. “It’s just there
photo“My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind” – ALBERT EINSTEIN
photo– a good camera make it easier –