Words from The Wise, Part II

There will come a time in your life when you will become infatuated with a single soul. For this person, you would do anything and not think twice about it, but when asked why.. you will have no answer. You will try your whole life to understand how a single person can affect you as much as they do, but you will never find out why. & no matter how badly you hate it or how badly it hurts, you will love this person.. without regret, for the rest of your life. There will always be that special place in your heart open only to them.

 You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.

 In your life, you meet people. Some you never think about again. Some, you wonder what happened to them. There are some that you wonder if they ever think about you. And then there are some you wish you never had to think about again. But you do.

 Heaven, hell, limbo, no one really knows where we’re going or what’s waiting for us when we get there. But the one thing we can say for sure, with absolute certainty, that’s there are moments that take us to another place, moments of heaven on earth. And maybe for now, that’s all we need to know.

 

It’s been said that time heals all wounds, I do not agree. The wounds remain.

In time, the mind protecting its sanity covers them with scar tissue, and the pain lessens, but it is never gone.


 Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn’t happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?


That’s the problem with us. We’re both stubborn asses and always want to get our way. We both hate to be wrong and love to be right. But that’s the thing about love. No matter what happens, we always come back for each other, one more time.


It’s the worst feeling in the world to love and hate someone all at the same time. and it’s hard to watch things change when all you want is for them to stay the same. It’s crazy when you want to let go, but you keep holding on, and you want to move on, but you’re stuck right where you started. When feelings come and go and you can’t decide what you want. When you have so many things to say, but you don’t know where to start. When you want them in your life so bad, but all you can do is push them farther and farther away. It’s so hard to think back to how things used to be and look at it now and realize that things are different, and they may never be the same. You tell yourself it’s not worth it, but if it really didn’t matter, you wouldn’t spend so much time thinking about it.


Be with her because you actually want to be with her, because you actually see a potential future with her, not because you are used to being with her, not because you’re scared of the thought that being without them will ruin you. The point of being in a relationship is to enjoy each others company, is to be there to support each other when they need it most. No one person, defines who you are. They only compliment you.


  
   Love is like grass. If you fall on it, it may leave a stain and some temporary pain. But you’ll get over the pain, it will eventually stop hurting. Now maybe the stain ruined your favorite pair of jeans, or maybe it was nothing special that was ruined, but either way the stain remains there. And with time, it will begin to fade, but it will always be there, a permanent reminder that you, too, once fell.


It’s possible to go on, no matter how impossible it seems, and that in time, the grief lessens. It may not go away completely, but after a while it’s not so overwhelming.


The saddest kind of sad is the sad that tries not to be sad. You know, when Sad tries to bite its lip and not cry and smile and go, “No, I’m happy for you?” That’s when it’s really sad.


… She has feelings. She has heart. In fact, she probably has a bigger heart than any woman you’ve ever known because she’s had a front-row seat to The Mess That Is Your Life, and she likes you anyway. She obviously sees something worthwhile and redeeming in you because although you’ve given her nothing, absolutely no reason to still be around, she is.


    Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life. Love shouldn’t be one of them.


 "You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life forever. You don’t get over it because ‘it’ is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never closes. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made alone by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?

 Sometimes we can fall in love with someone for all the wrong reasons, and still love them even after all the heartache because most of the time, we can’t pick who we love. And even though we know we shouldn’t love them, we do and always will, because there are just some people in our lives who will get to us for reasons we can’t explain, even when they shouldn’t.


 I want to be hard for you to forget. I want to have that kind of impact on you where you know you’ll never find anyone who can take my place, and I want that because that’s what you are to me. I want it to hurt like hell when you see me. I want you to feel what you put me through.


You gradually get over the pain. It doesn’t go away, not for a long time, but it becomes easier to live with. One morning you wake up and he’s not the first thing on your mind. And then a few months down the line you realize you’ve made it through half the day without thinking of him. Sometimes it takes months, sometimes, years, but eventually you reach a point when you only think about them occassionally. You manage to do this because you don’t see them, you don’t hear about them, you try not to think about them. And then you bump into them walking down the street, or someone unexpected mentions their name … and the memories come flooding back.


I think that sometimes we love people so much that we become numb to it.. because if we actually felt how much we really loved them, it would kill us. That doesn’t make you a bad person, it just means your heart is too big 


I’m not old enough to know about everything but I am old enough to understand that when someone walks away, they’re always gonna come back. And if they don’t come back, they were never really there.


Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep… wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you’ re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU… The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her…


Passion and satisfaction go hand in hand, and without them, any happiness is only temporary, because there’s nothing to make it last.