Her hands are warm and soft. Hands I knew better then my own.
He remembered forming his own ideas about the world, and his years as a teacher only reinforced the idea that change not only was inevitable, but usually brought its own rewards.
It’s important to remember that none of us is perfect. Everyone makes mistakes. All we can do is try to be the best version of ourselves as we move forward. In this case, if he asks, you can tell the truth, or you can lie. I suppose it comes down to the kind of person you want to see when you look in the mirror.
And in the end, isn’t that the most important thing in life? To be truly known and loved by someone you’ve chosen?
Because we always bring ourselves with us wherever we go. It’s one of the universal truths of life.
Not wanting to lose someone has its roots in fear.
But never forget that love is always stronger than fear.
When I thought back, it seemed like I’d spent all my time trying to get people to like me, as opposed to figuring out whether I liked them.
Wanting to be with someone is a positive thing. It’s about love and respect and desire. But not wanting to lose someone isn’t about those things. It’s about fear.
Over time, I’ve come to accept the notion that we don’t always get to choose our paths in life; sometimes, they choose us.
Art and photography allowed for the communication of new ideas, often in ways that words did not.
The logical side of me knows that what we want and what we get are usually two entirely different things.
He wanted to experience life. No, change that. He needed to experience life.
Life, it seemed was full of regret, and he yearned to turn back the clock so he could love parts of his life over again.
And when I look at her face, a face I know better than my own, I know that I have meant as much or more to her. And that means more to me than I could ever hope to explain.
Visiting other places changes your perspective. It helps you understand that no matter where you are, or what country you’re in, people are pretty much the same everywhere.
I’m asking. What’s the joke?” “Two cannibals were eating a comedian, and one of them turns to the other and asks, ‘Does this taste funny to you?
What attracted you to the other person in the past, how did that person treat you in the past, how compatible were you in the past? It’s the same questions in the present, except that a physical longing for the other person is added. The desire to touch and hold and kiss. And if all of the answers make you feel like you never want to be with anyone else, then it’s probably love.
There was, after all, more to life than work, and I realized I no longer wanted to be the person I’d recently become. I wanted to embrace those things that were important to me and worry less about the things that were beyond my control.
As a rule I take things as they come and try not to expect or regret much.
Worrying, after all, had its roots in disapproval –.