Well I was digging through my quotation collection to try and find something to use on my scrapbook page. I came across this chunk of quotations. So I put them in here. I threw in a few of my own poems and another couple I found amongst the clutter.
I'm a reflective and passionate person so I suppose that is why I've posted a lot of this stuff lately. The other reason is that it's a place I can keep them for future reading.
The day we first met, the angels whispered, 'Perfect.'
Don't waste your time on someone, who isn't willing to waste time on you.
The worst way to miss someone is to be sitting right beside them, knowing you can't have them.
They say love hides behind every corner, then I must be walking in circles
No man is worth your tears, and the one who is won't make you cry.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have seen.
My wish is not to mean everything to everyone but to mean something to someone.
Some people will die for love, some will die because they lost it.
Never hold on because you are too afraid to let go.
The turning point in the process of growing up is when you discover the core strength within you that survives all hurt.
We are each others' angels, we meet when it is time.
The love you seek is seeking you at this moment. ~ Deepak Chopra
And if that wasn't entertaining enough for you here is some of my poetry from back in my last year of highschool.
Defying
Reality
Escaping
All
Mental
Strongholds
Rain beats softly against the pane
Some drops conforming to puddles below
others cling to the glass
in the hopes of remaining
individual
Two more that I can't take credit for.
I love you
Not only for what you are
but for what I am
when I am with you
I love you
Not only for what you have made of yourself
but for what you are making of me.
I love you
for the part of me that you bring out
I love you
For putting your hand into my heaped up heart
and passing over all the foolish weak, things that you can't help.
Dimly seeing there, and for drawing out into the light all the beautiful belongings that no one else had looked quite far enough to find.
I love you because you are helping to make of the lumber of my life
not a tavern, but a temple,
out of the works of my every day not a reproach, but a song.
I love you
because you have done more than any creed could have done to make me good,
and more than any fate could have done to make me happy.
You have done it
without a touch,
without a word,
without a sign.
You have done it
by being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
being a friend means after all.
~Roy Croft
You are not poor if you love something, someone, humanity maybe,
and have faith that you will somewhere, sometime be satisfied,
Though you know not how.
You may even feel that your sorrow is but a school to teach you the virtues of sympathy and gentleness, that will avail you hereafter, though you know not where.
I am not always on the highway that leads to this hilltop, but I have seen the lighted road stretching on and on; sometimes I have even fancied that I saw the windows of the castle all aglow.
And I have hastened my steps to be in time for the feast, and taken counsel of my courage lest I falter and fall on the way.
May I keep the vision of the castle ever before my eyes, and a belief in my heart that the journey is worthwhile, and the castle and the glow in the windows not all illusion.
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