To lovers out there….

the balanced scale of love in a relationship, is that a relationship is about you, about your partner and about both of you. You must be happy, your partner must happy, both of you must be happy. No one should be more prioritized than the other.

There are people who had been in a relationship, but never loved. Its never too late to learn how to love someone.

To lovers out there…

be careful of those friends who help you to cheat better ,rather than helping you to love better. Those are not friends to keep.

To lovers out there…

you must fear abusive relationship, the same way you fear being lonely. There is no relationship worth dying for . If you are dead , how will you be able to love.

To lovers out there…

some people their beauty , body, looks, money and jobs got them into relationship or marriage , but their character and behavior fails to keep them into relationship or marriage.

To lovers out there…

there are people who are damaged inside. They might speak well, look beautiful, sexy, fit , gorgeous, handsome. They mighty be filthy rich or having high profiles ,statuses or big titles. Don’t just get into any relationship with anyone without doing a background check on them. This is also why most relationship fail. It is because, people don’t take time to know who they are dating . They only do investigation , when they think their partner is cheating.

To lovers out there…

we love and what when we cannot love anymore. We leave. We don’t fight, abuse, violet, beat, bruise, emotional drained and blackmail, rape, kill, poison, hurt, distress, torment , lie about other person to destroy their reputation and to hurt them back. We leave the ones that hurt and that don’t appreciate us to find better ones that we will love and they will love us back.

To lovers out there….

no matter how rich or how poor you are.
no matter how famous or anonymous you are.
no matter how beautiful or how ugly you are.
everyone deserve someone special in their lives. Everyone deserve to be loved by someone.

To lovers out there…

the partner that has more money or the one that is more beautiful or handsome in a relationship. It is the one that becomes abusive in a relationship. Never be in a relationship with someone who thinks they are doing you a favor by being with you.

To lovers out there…

we lie to people we love. We lie for the people we love, but don’t let the relationship to become a lie.-.

To lovers out there…

most relationship fail because of lot of assumptions, accusations, jumping into conclusions without confirmation.

To lovers out there…

it is important to let the people you are dating, married to or your are with that you love them. They might know but they need to hear it now and then.

To lovers out there….

any person who judges you on what you did before you guys meet or date, is not meant to be with you and doesn’t deserve you.

To lovers out there…

being single is not an achievement, so being in a relationship. Don’t impress people by being single or by being in relationship, but never be in denial if you love someone and you have love in you. Fighting your feelings will only bring you sadness.

I see the echo in your eyes & your beautiful voice still causes my mind to dance in circles around my heart, enticing it to rise & love again.

To lover out there…

you can’t standardize love, because love evolves. It depends on the person, mood, environment , feeling and situation. So whatever works for you at that time , might not work for others. Whatever work for others might not work for you. Just do how you feel.

To lovers out there…

love is blind.
it does not see any skin color,
it does not see any body structure or body height
it does not see if you are rich or poor
it does not see if you stay close or stay far
it does not see if you are educated or not

love the person you love without any doubt, irregardless who says what.
love does not have limits, parameters, boundaries or imperfections.
when you make a decision to love someone then truly love them without
hesitation. Love is for all.
everyone deserve to be loved, no matter who they are or how they are.
everyone deserve to be given a chance to express themselves.

To lovers out there…

there are people who are damaged inside. They might speak well, look beautiful, sexy, fit , gorgeous, handsome. They mighty be filthy rich or having high profiles ,statuses or big titles. Don’t just get into any relationship with anyone without doing a background check on them. This is also why most relationship fail. It is because, people don’t take time to know who they are dating . The only do investigation when they think they are cheating.

To lovers out there..

some women start to see the person they are dating being wrong , being bad, problematic, being abusive or they see most of their mistakes , because there is new man in their lives whom they are interested at.

To lovers out there…

stop doing match making for people. When people look perfect for each other. That doesn’t mean they deserve each other. Some people may look good and presentable. Speak well and seem like they have it all together, to find out that they are bad people.

To lovers out there….

to love and to fall in love is a beautiful thing. If you loved and you your loved by the right person, but it is the horrible thing when you love and your loved by the wrong or bad person.

To lovers out there…

people who are having good time in their relationship or having good relationship. They don’t follow movies, soaps, listen to other people, read articles or book, or google on how to love, but they listen and believe in their own intuition. They follow their own heart and listen to their feelings, because no one can teach you, how to love.

Even the strongest feelings expire, but a couple that has learned how to rely on their own sensuality never runs out of juice. As long as sensuality continues to burn within and between the two of us, we can weather any storm.

To lovers out there…

if your partner is understating , caring , loving, supportive, loyal and forgiving. Every person has their own limit. Don’t take advance of them, because there will be one day where they will reach they limit and you wont matter to them or have space in their heart anymore. Don’t push them on good they do to you, because one day , they will be fed-up and exhausted that they wont take it anymore . Instead stop your bad habits before its too late.

Sometimes I find myself arguing with her hips because her walk is so mean.

Don’t date someone because of what you heard about the person, but date them on how you felt about the person.

To lovers out there…

i have realized that even thou I can cook for myself . I can drive myself, and I can do lot of things for myself. It is always nice to be driven . I enjoyed food been coked by someone and its always nice when someone does the things for me. It is the same with love. You can love yourself , but the best love is when you get it from someone . When someone loves you back, even when you can love yourself.

A woman’s number one relationship goal should be with herself first. Liking, loving, and valuing who she is will set the standard for what kind of man she chooses to date and/or marry. She’s got to not only know her worth, but she’s got to protect it, too! protect it from men that don’t mean her any good. Dead-end, unhealthy, and toxic relationships won’t be something that she cares to entertain. Her self-love won’t allow her to go down that road.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees,
sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air,
dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding,
our animal passion rooted in the city.

Cut the ending. Revise the script. The man of her dreams is a girl.

Those who hate most fervently must have once loved deeply. those who want to deny the world must have once embraced what they now set on fire.

But the true feminist deals out of a lesbian consciousness whether or not she ever sleeps with women.

No one has imagined us. We want to live like trees, sycamores blazing through the sulfuric air, dappled with scars, still exuberantly budding, our animal passion rooted in the city.

Love is a wild fire that cannot be contained by any mere element known to man.

It’s so tiring to make love to women, it takes forever. I’m too lazy to be a lesbian.

There’s something about you and I’m finding it impossible to stay away. Whenever you’re near, ‘I love you’ is all I want to say.

Do people always fall in love with things they can’t have?’

‘always,’ carol said, smiling, too.

Together, in that room, our childhood notions of love melted away. We discovered love was not a fairytale. Sometimes there were no happy endings, and when there were, you needed to work like hell to keep the happiness alive.

As far as I was concerned men were something you had around the place, not particularly interesting, but quite harmless. I had never shown the slightest feeling for them, and apart from my never wearing a skirt, saw nothing else in common between us.

I became a lesbian because of women, because women are beautiful, strong, and compassionate.

Silently one by one, in the infinite meadows of heaven, Blossomed the lovely stars, the forget-me-nots of the angels.

Drag is when a man wears everything a lesbian won’t.

It’s hard not to be a fighter when you’re constantly under siege.

I think choosing between men and women is like choosing between cake and ice cream. You’d be daft not to try both when there are so many different flavors.

As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral… As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony. Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.

It’s a curious, wanting thing.

Everybody’s journey is individual. If you fall in love with a boy, you fall in love with a boy. The fact that many Americans consider it a disease says more about them than it does about homosexuality.

Treasure the love you receive above all. It will survive long after your gold and good health have vanished.

Girls love each other like animals. There is something ferocious and unself-conscious about it. We don’t guard ourselves like we do with boys. No one trains us to shield our hearts from each other. With girls, it’s total vulnerability from the beginning. Our skin is bare and soft. We love with claws and teeth and the blood is just proof of how much. It’s feral.

and it’s relentless.

So, let me get this straight– you want me to stop being a lesbian and being attracted to women because it is a ‘sin’? last time I checked, when you lie you are sinning. Sure, I could tell you I am no longer a lesbian or that I am no longer attracted to women and am straight, or I could even tell you the moon is made of cheese. I could tell you many things, but the moon will still not be made of cheese, and I will still not be attracted to men. I could tell you a lie in order to placate you, but isn’t the truth supposed to set me free? I choose truth over lies any day of the week.

I’ve had more difficulty accepting myself as bisexual than I ever did accepting that I was a lesbian. It felt traitorous. A few years ago, I admitted to myself that I was still interested in men in more than a “brad pitt is slick hot sexy” kind of way. But I worried whatmy friends, exes, and the community would think. I never even broached the subject with my parents. Because what bothered me the most was that people would think that being a lesbian had been a phase for me, when that was so very not the case. What I feared was that I would no longer be part of a community, that I might be seen with my boyfriend and not be recognized as something not the same.

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,

bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….

Everyone wants to hear I Love You but what they want more is for it to be true when you say it.

I don’t understand the hatred and fear of gays and bisexuals and lesbians…
it’s a concept I honestly cannot grasp. To me, it’s not who you love…
a man, a woman, what have you…
it’s the fact that you love. That is all that truly matters.

Bisexuality immediately doubles your chances for a date on Saturday night.

If you need someone to be around to complete you, it’s something missing from inside. Find that first and then get love.

There’s a greek legend—no, it’s in something plato wrote—about how true lovers are really two halves of the same person. It says that people wander around searching for their other half, and when they find him or her, they are finally whole and perfect. The thing that gets me is that the story says that originally all people were really pairs of people, joined back to back, and that some of the pairs were man and man, some woman and woman, and others man and woman. What happened was that all of these double people went to war with the gods, and the gods, to punish them, split them all in two. That’s why some lovers are heterosexual and some are homosexual, female and female, or male and male.

I am a strong, black, lesbian woman. Every time I say it, I feel so much better.

Before you echo ‘amen’ in your home or place of worship, think and remember…a child is listening.

Before our eyes met, my mind was an empty mirror. I fear that my dreams will shatter. Now I see you every day in my dreams with all your beauty, that teases me, I lost my peace, I lost my sleep. All night I stay up thinking of you. What else can I say? I am in love.

…the man of my dreams is a girl.

You had to be willing to fight in order for a love story to last a life time.

The more you love,the more love you have to give.it’s the only feeling we have which is infinite…

That is the true season of love. when we believe that we alone can love, that no one could ever have loved as much before, and that no one will ever love in the same way again.

I seem to have run in a great circle, and met myself again on the starting line.

The first time someone else touched me with the intent to pleasure, I fell in love. Not with that person, but with the act itself. Such intimacy and accord. Even with the awkwardness of first time lovers there was a grace and purity, carnal and beautiful that I knew from that moment on I could never live without.

The music business was not safe, but it was FUN. It was like falling in love with a woman you know is bad for you, but you love every minute with her, anyway.

Being a lesbian means I have the opportunity to love what is uncommon and I’m okay with that. I do not cry myself to sleep or am upset by the life that I lead because of who I care about. Because I accept the fact that it is simply love.

I am a rare species, not a stereotype.

I would certainly never suggest that any lesbian should be ashamed of her sexual preference.

So many things to think about, so many words to say. So many deeds to be done, so many habits to create. So much character to show, so much love to give. In all of this there is transformation and in all of this I live.

God doesn’t like lesbians,” grandma huberman hised, throwing the magazine in the trash.
jennifer knew what lesbian meant, and she knew she probably was one. But she couldn’t understand why god would hold that against her or against monica mathers, who’d never started a war or killed anybody, and whose deadeye three-pointers were straight-up amazing. After all, hadn’t god made both of them? but people were like that, she’d noticed. They’d invoke godly privilege at the weirdest of times and for the most stupid reasons.

I have been in love with no one, and never shall,” she whispered, “unless it should be with you.”
how beautiful she looked in the moonlight!
shy and strange was the look with which she quickly hid her face in my neck and hair, with tumultuous sighs, that seemed almost to sob, and pressed in mine a hand that trembled.
her soft cheek was glowing against mine. “darling, darling,” she murmured, “i live in you; and you would die for me, I love you so.”
i started from her.
she was gazing on me with eyes from which all fire, all meaning had flown, and a face colorless and apathetic.
“is there a chill in the air, dear?” she said drowsily. “i almost shiver; have I been dreaming? let us come in. Come; come; come in.

Gay kids aren’t a “plot point” that you can play with. Gay kids are real, actual kids, teenagers, growing up into awesome adults, and they don’t have the books they need to reflect that. Growing up, my nose was constantly stuck in a book. Growing up as a lesbian, I was told over and over and over by the lack of gayness in said books that I did not exist. That I wasn’t important enough to tell stories about. That I was invisible. Why are we telling our kids this? why are we telling them that they’re a minority, and they don’t deserve the same rights as straights, that they’re going to grow up in a world that despises them, that the intolerance of humanity will never change, that they’re worthless. It’s not true.

The only queer people are those who don’t love anybody.

[looking like a straight girl] means wearing clothes that seek and destroy comfort. These are garments designed by gay men to attract heterosexual men. The straight girl is simply the hanger for an inside joke.

She loves me for the way I never leave her and I love her for the thousand secret ways she makes me stay.

I am a writer who happens to love women. I am not a lesbian who happens to write.

My first female lover was a jewish woman. She was butch, but not in a swaggering macho way- she could pass as a yeshiva boy, pale and intense. Small, almost fragile, she exuded a powerful sense of herself. She had not been to a synagogue in years, but kept the law of kashrut, and taught me my first prayers in hebrew. She cooked, she read, she ironed her dress shirts and polished her boots meticulously, and admired femme women enormously. She was also the first person ever- including myself- to bring me to multiple orgasms. She taught me to ask for what I wanted in bed, then encouraged me to expect it from her and future lovers. She taught me to get her off with fingers, tongue, lips, sex toys, and my voice. She showed me how to masturbate in different positions, and fisted me during my menstrual cramps to provide an internal massage- and to demonstrate that a sexual act without orgasm was also an acceptable, intimate act. She never separated sexuality from the rest of her life; it was as integral to her as her judaism.

this was how I wanted to be. Not just sexually, although certainly that way too. This is how I wanted to move through the world.

— karen taylor (from “daughters of zelophehad”).

I found you in the clarity of the moon, Not the rigor of the sun. Not in the light, where its easier to see, But when the world is blind and loves eyes are free.

No government has the right to tell its citizens when or whom to love. The only queer people are those who don’t love anybody.

The single best thing about coming out of the closet is that nobody can insult you by telling you what you’ve just told them.

May your love for me be
like
the scent of the evening sea

drifting in
through a quiet window

so I do not have to run
or chase or fall
… To feel you

all I have to do
is
breathe.

Love grows by giving. The love we give away is the only love we keep. The only way to retain love is to give it away.

Your smile and your laughter lit my whole world.

I believe in love at first sight…
but it’s not the first moment you lay eyes on a person, it’s the moment you first see
the person they truly are.

The beautiful thing about love is that you just need to plant it once and nurture it and it shall bloom into blossoms that would cover the valleys.

…the sad part is, that I will probably end up loving you without you for much longer than I loved you when I knew you.
some people might find that strange.
but the truth of it is that the amount of love you feel for someone and the impact they have on you as a person, is in no way relative to the amount of time you have known them.

Your memory feels like home to me.
so whenever my mind wanders, it always finds it’s way back to you.

My mother
is pure radiance.

she is the sun
i can touch
and kiss

and hold
without
getting burnt.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

You must love in such a way that the person you love feels free.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

I miss that feeling of connection.
knowing he was out there somewhere thinking about me at the same time I was thinking about him.

Magic existed in his eyes, his energy as he lived his daily life. I could fall into his soul and lay my worries to rest, but if by chance this happened; it wouldn’t last the test.
because there’s much to learn, before we can meet, I want to collide with his heart; allow our souls to fleet.
his arms will hold my fears, but he won’t carry the load; as it is my lesson to love myself, and find my own sense of hope.
when we cross our paths, our knowledge will last the test; as patience fills the air and our burdens are put to rest,
i will honour my truth, and seek what I desire; ever lasting love and passion set on fire.

If you cannot hold me in your arms, then hold my memory in high regard.
and if I cannot be in your life, then at least let me live in your heart.

I am not a day dreamer, I am a believer, that after every painful love I have gone through, it is just an experience to crack open the deepest parts of my core and allow to me to delve into a passion so rare, that I will find a love that was almost, never meant to be.

Say nothing I understand your silence.

Love is like the wind, you can’t see it, but you can feel it.

I had someone once who made every day mean something.
and now…. I am lost….
and nothing means anything anymore.

The last time I felt alive – I was looking into your eyes.
breathing your air…. Touching your skin…
… saying goodbye….
the last time I felt alive…. I was dying.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Love is a garden where you keep sowing seeds and then one day you reap exactly what you have sown. It could be one flower at a time or a thorn at a time. Sow wisely.

It’s difficult for me to imagine the rest of my life without you. But I suppose I don’t have to imagine it… I just have to live it.

Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.

Once you start reading the eyes, you need no words!.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

Great love stories are created by two people who are bonded through deep love. A love so intense, your palms become moist and your heart flutters when you think of them.

You make my feelings come out from my soul!.

He was both everything I could ever want…
and nothing I could ever have….

You were my first my last.There shall never be another you. You are a lifetime you are my life.

I think perhaps I will always hold a candle for you – even until it burns my hand.
and when the light has long since gone …. I will be there in the darkness holding what remains, quite simply because I cannot let go.

Love is the voice under all silences, the hope which has no opposite in fear; the strength so strong mere force is feebleness: the truth more first than sun, more last than star.

Though these words will never find you, I hope that you knew I was thinking of you today….. And that I was wishing you every happiness.
love always,
the girl you loved once.

Love
wounds me
with soft pillows
with tender lips
and fingers.

I want to
stay curled and cosied
and chocolated….forever
in my mother’s arms.

I would have followed you to hell and back… If only you’d lead me back.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.

One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love!

If you’re searching for a quote that puts your feelings into words – you won’t find it.
you can learn every language and read every word ever written – but you’ll never find what’s in your heart.
how can you?
he has it.

I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.

Love is the enchanted dawn of every heart.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and in reach of every hand!

When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.

Love is tough. Love survives through the worst of situations, and thrives through hope. Even when things seem hopeless love will find it’s way.

Love asks me no questions, and gives me endless support.

It’s painful, loving someone from afar.
watching them – from the outside.
the once familiar elements of their life reduced to nothing more than occasional mentions in conversations and faces changing in photographs…..
they exist to you now as nothing more than living proof that something can still hurt you … with no contact at all.

I smile not for anything else but because there is so much of love and goodness in my life. I have fallen in love with the person I need and love the most. You are the best person I have ever met.

The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.

I’m glad to be alive
in a world where
his gently awakening eyes
nourish the morning sun.

I raised you so high that every other man on earth is now doomed to live in your shadow.

The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.

The source of love is deep in us and we can help others realize a lot of happiness. One word, one action, one thought can reduce another person’s suffering and bring that person joy.

Love is supposed to be based on trust, and trust on love, it’s something rare and beautiful when people can confide in each other without fearing what the other person will think.

Love is physiologically a legal battle that lovers fight until death.

Love takes off masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within.

If you truly love someone, then the only thing you want for them is to be happy, even if its not with you.

Hear my soul speak. Of the very instant that I saw you, did my heart fly at your service.

His walk and stare. Was as poisonous as the air after a nuclear bomb.

Sometimes I think,
i need a spare heart to feel
all the things I feel.

The heart has its reasons which reason knows not.