Living is all about today and being thankful for what is right and good in your life. It's learning to deal with and overcoming the bad things that occur along the way.
Happy is still a long way from contented -- being at peace with one's own place in the world. Contented people knew where they belonged and not only accepted it, they embraced it.
You are either with "Him" or you aren't. You might turn away...believe you are doing it all on your own, but you always take comfort knowing God is there waiting for when you need him, just like a loving parent stays in the background and allows their children to face their own way in the world.
God makes all things possible, and when you accept Him, you accept all the unknowns as part of the reality.
We have all kinds of love and relationships within our lives, but the one connection that binds two hearts is the most cherished of them all.
Friday, September 28, 2012
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
Between a Rock and a Hot Place
By Tracey Jackson
Fifty is not the new thirty....It's a period so full of changes, adjustments, and loss that the reconfiguration of your life and psyche almost becomes a full-time job. One of the most confusing things about being fifty is that there is really no game plan in place. No matter what trail you end up taking, there is a very clear life map from twenty to fifty....much of a female's childhood is spent fantasizing about and play-acting all the fabulous things that will happen between twenty and fifty. Someday my prince will come...playing house...You grow up, you get out of school, you fall in love and out of it several times, you get your heart broken and mended and broken and mended until it resembles a crazy quilt. During this period you get a job, then you get better at your job, and eventually you get a better job. One day you finally find a guy who calls back, says what he means, and loves the fact all your soup cans have to be aligned, so you get married.
With luck you stay married. But if you fall into the half of people whose marriages collapse, chances are you can find someone else by forty-five. Buth then---dum de dum dum dum--fifty...things will start falling apart; some marriages end...some jobs are terminated, most faces fall, and all boobs do. But no one bothered to fill us in on this.
No one gives women a game plan for a hearty last thirty years....Fifty....arrives with baggage.
You find yourself crying.....Losing the remote--or, worse, pushing the wrong button so the screen ends up all fuzzy and no matter what you do, you can't get the picture back--can send you into a total mental meltdown. This is what actually happens. No one prepares you for it, and so you think you are losing your mind along with every other part of yourself you have known for the last forty years. When your mind seems like it's going in mid-conversation and you can't remember Nixon's first name, it feels like the next stop is the assisted-living home....I ask you: is there anything less appealing that a wrinkled, dry, emotionally out of whack woman who can't remember Nixon's name, spontaneously bursts into tears at the thought of her childhood dog, and is perpetually overheated?...Suddenly you can't sleep, or you can get to sleep but you wake up every hour on the hour.
Men may not go through the syptoms, but they are the recipients of much of the fallout.
Come fifty, we are supposed to get tested on a regular basis for a multitude of possible health disasters. This indicates we have arrived at the place where---well, shit happens....The age range between fifty and sixty-five is sometimes referred to as the Bermuda Triangle of health.
Most women will end up much worse off financially than when they started or were in their middle years....By the time they hit fifty many women end up divorced, some widowed....Once you hit fifty, your big moneymaking years may be either behind you or winding down....Spend less than you make.....If you start now, you have a couple of decades to build up something, even if you are not making what you once were...The truth is, we really do have to start getting more serious about money in our fifties, no matter what our situation may be.
If you are divorced and working and you don't have to support kids, living below your means is a great way to go.....You may be living below your means already and still be unable to save....You still have time. You have time to save. Time to learn to live with less. Time to reevaluate your needs. Time to stash away that extra money...The day will come for most people when we'll be living off what we have saved; we will have what we have at that point, and no more will be coming in.
Many women end up alone at fifty anyway, sometimes of their choosing, many times not. Numerous changes happen in relationships at this time of life. Some women get left. It sucks, it's unfair, but it happens every day....Life is a process of finding out that you're not that special, that whatever can happen to anybody else can happen to you....Doing you is all you can do. And more likely than not you will be exactly what someone is looking for. But to make it happen takes time, effort, and sometimes patience.
I believe it is better to be peaceful alone than miserable with someone. I have been there, and being unhappy when you are actually in a relationship is lonelier and more depressing than simply being on your own and actively doing things to make yourself a new future. Sadly, many women don't understand this and stay in bad relationships because they figure it's better to be with someone than with no one....You can choose to be happy, and happy does not always mean a man and a relationship....In your fifties there is still time to start over....You're not going to see your golden anniversary, but if you start from scratch in your fifties and if you both live out your life expectancy, you can be married for thirty years.
Great relationships involve a certain magic that is hard to find. Good ones sometimes are the result of patience and a dose of settling for perhaps a little less than you were hoping for.
Half of fifty-year-olds have lost at least one parent. If they haven't lost one, they are taking care of one, worrying about one, or very likely dealing with the health issues of one or both.
....even if you believe in the afterlife...it still doesn't make living on planet Earth easier without those you loved.
With luck you stay married. But if you fall into the half of people whose marriages collapse, chances are you can find someone else by forty-five. Buth then---dum de dum dum dum--fifty...things will start falling apart; some marriages end...some jobs are terminated, most faces fall, and all boobs do. But no one bothered to fill us in on this.
No one gives women a game plan for a hearty last thirty years....Fifty....arrives with baggage.
You find yourself crying.....Losing the remote--or, worse, pushing the wrong button so the screen ends up all fuzzy and no matter what you do, you can't get the picture back--can send you into a total mental meltdown. This is what actually happens. No one prepares you for it, and so you think you are losing your mind along with every other part of yourself you have known for the last forty years. When your mind seems like it's going in mid-conversation and you can't remember Nixon's first name, it feels like the next stop is the assisted-living home....I ask you: is there anything less appealing that a wrinkled, dry, emotionally out of whack woman who can't remember Nixon's name, spontaneously bursts into tears at the thought of her childhood dog, and is perpetually overheated?...Suddenly you can't sleep, or you can get to sleep but you wake up every hour on the hour.
Men may not go through the syptoms, but they are the recipients of much of the fallout.
Come fifty, we are supposed to get tested on a regular basis for a multitude of possible health disasters. This indicates we have arrived at the place where---well, shit happens....The age range between fifty and sixty-five is sometimes referred to as the Bermuda Triangle of health.
Most women will end up much worse off financially than when they started or were in their middle years....By the time they hit fifty many women end up divorced, some widowed....Once you hit fifty, your big moneymaking years may be either behind you or winding down....Spend less than you make.....If you start now, you have a couple of decades to build up something, even if you are not making what you once were...The truth is, we really do have to start getting more serious about money in our fifties, no matter what our situation may be.
If you are divorced and working and you don't have to support kids, living below your means is a great way to go.....You may be living below your means already and still be unable to save....You still have time. You have time to save. Time to learn to live with less. Time to reevaluate your needs. Time to stash away that extra money...The day will come for most people when we'll be living off what we have saved; we will have what we have at that point, and no more will be coming in.
Many women end up alone at fifty anyway, sometimes of their choosing, many times not. Numerous changes happen in relationships at this time of life. Some women get left. It sucks, it's unfair, but it happens every day....Life is a process of finding out that you're not that special, that whatever can happen to anybody else can happen to you....Doing you is all you can do. And more likely than not you will be exactly what someone is looking for. But to make it happen takes time, effort, and sometimes patience.
I believe it is better to be peaceful alone than miserable with someone. I have been there, and being unhappy when you are actually in a relationship is lonelier and more depressing than simply being on your own and actively doing things to make yourself a new future. Sadly, many women don't understand this and stay in bad relationships because they figure it's better to be with someone than with no one....You can choose to be happy, and happy does not always mean a man and a relationship....In your fifties there is still time to start over....You're not going to see your golden anniversary, but if you start from scratch in your fifties and if you both live out your life expectancy, you can be married for thirty years.
Great relationships involve a certain magic that is hard to find. Good ones sometimes are the result of patience and a dose of settling for perhaps a little less than you were hoping for.
Half of fifty-year-olds have lost at least one parent. If they haven't lost one, they are taking care of one, worrying about one, or very likely dealing with the health issues of one or both.
....even if you believe in the afterlife...it still doesn't make living on planet Earth easier without those you loved.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Wildflower Bride in Dry Creek
By Janet Tronstad
"You can trust me," she whispered. "I know what my feelings are. They're not going to go away tomorrow because some new and exciting thing happens...."
"It's our father," Wade answered, his words slow and deliberate...."don't you see--you did everything you could think of to make him respect you. Thinking then that he'd love you and accept you."
"You're still doing it," Wade said. "Taking on the hardest, most dangerous jobs and not giving up when any rational person would."
"It's not trusting other people that's troubling you," Wade said. "It's letting them love you without you earning it that's the problem."
"It's our father," Wade answered, his words slow and deliberate...."don't you see--you did everything you could think of to make him respect you. Thinking then that he'd love you and accept you."
"You're still doing it," Wade said. "Taking on the hardest, most dangerous jobs and not giving up when any rational person would."
"It's not trusting other people that's troubling you," Wade said. "It's letting them love you without you earning it that's the problem."
Tuesday, August 28, 2012
The Siren's Call
By Matthew S. Urdan
When tragedy strikes, there's not much left to do except to turn to friends and family for support, if they're the type who will give it. Or you can turn to God...A dog will always understand and be there to support you no matter what the crisis.
If someone dies in the family -- whether it be an adult or a newborn baby, or even the despised cat, the dog will mope around all dejected and forlorn for days or even weeks.
Ultimately, however, you have to rely on yourself and find some way to deal with life's worst moments.
I'm not trivializing human friendships. But they're rarely based on unconditional love, admiration, and respect. When you find a friendship like that, you find proof of God's existence. And when you're in a friendship like that, and one of you is hurting, it's possible to imagine the depths of God's sorrow as man breaks His heart over and over again.
"I need you. A lot. But you need me too. So don't push me away because you think I have too many problems to deal with that I can't handle yours....If we can't count on each other, if we can't heal our souls here, together, then...where does that leave us?"
We are always changing. And while at some times life doesn't seem bearable, that feeling will change.
When you meet someone and you fall in love, and you are closer to each other than cells inside your own body, there should be no fear at all. Just a oneness.
"When I'm with you, I feel greater than myself. I have no fear, no doubts, no indecision. When I'm with you, I feel like I can...almost reach out and touch God's hand....it doesn't get any better than this. We're a match. We are meant to be together."
Now that some time has passed, there's no regret. Our lives had been charmed. Even though the time we had together was short, it was full with a lifetime of experiences and fun, with some great hurt, but most of all, love.
If someone dies in the family -- whether it be an adult or a newborn baby, or even the despised cat, the dog will mope around all dejected and forlorn for days or even weeks.
Ultimately, however, you have to rely on yourself and find some way to deal with life's worst moments.
I'm not trivializing human friendships. But they're rarely based on unconditional love, admiration, and respect. When you find a friendship like that, you find proof of God's existence. And when you're in a friendship like that, and one of you is hurting, it's possible to imagine the depths of God's sorrow as man breaks His heart over and over again.
"I need you. A lot. But you need me too. So don't push me away because you think I have too many problems to deal with that I can't handle yours....If we can't count on each other, if we can't heal our souls here, together, then...where does that leave us?"
We are always changing. And while at some times life doesn't seem bearable, that feeling will change.
When you meet someone and you fall in love, and you are closer to each other than cells inside your own body, there should be no fear at all. Just a oneness.
"When I'm with you, I feel greater than myself. I have no fear, no doubts, no indecision. When I'm with you, I feel like I can...almost reach out and touch God's hand....it doesn't get any better than this. We're a match. We are meant to be together."
Now that some time has passed, there's no regret. Our lives had been charmed. Even though the time we had together was short, it was full with a lifetime of experiences and fun, with some great hurt, but most of all, love.
Friday, August 24, 2012
Let the Dead Lie
By Malla Nunn
Leading a company of soldiers through war confirmed that nothing was sacred or precious.
The need to chase life in order to outrun death was a soldier's response to fear.
The need to chase life in order to outrun death was a soldier's response to fear.
Thursday, August 16, 2012
A Happy Marriage
By Rafael Yglesias
...to encourage and console her, to cheer and to love her although he was scared to the bone, sick to the sould with fear.
He had waited a year for his father to succumb to a terminal cancer, and he had learned from the surprise he felt at the event that no warning of the incredible fact of mortality could adequately prepare the primitive brain nature had given him to comprehend its finality.
"You have to help me!" she gasped for air as if her feelings were strangling her. "I can't do this without you! I can't do this alone! I don't have the strength to argue! I need you to fight them for me!"
"...The Women want men to make the move...you have to show her, you're not just another friend."
"He introduced us....He brought me to you."
There were times, this was one of them, when Enrique would not breathe or speak for a moment, afraid that he would shake with the sobs he sometimes indulged when he was alone. Overpowering sadness rose and crashed within him, a wave that thundered and drowned him, and soon disappeared without a trace on the flattened sand.
Enrique was losing the partner of his past and his present and his future just when he most desired her choreography.
..he resented them all for asking him to make them feel better that a part of their world was ending, when the very center of his was melting in his palms, slipping through his fingers, spilling onto the floor. Soon, very soon, only a puddle of his heart would remain.
They were trying hard not to weep, presumably in the belief their tears would make Margaret feel worse, although they would, in fact, have made her feel loved.
What she longed to receive from them was acceptance and admiration.
...for a long time she had come first with him, that for many years she had been his heart's home and his mind's anchor and that fighting to keep her alive was essential to preserving his own soul.
Their times alone together gave him the most pleasure.
They had different tastes, and sometimes wanted different things from each other, and yet they had lived a happy life together.
"...I don't have any self-esteem, but I'm in love with you and I want you, I want all of you....I want you to marry me and worship me..."
...he hoped to avoid exposing her to the dread he felt at living without her. He certainly hoped to say nothing that would hurt her...
...he wanted to tell her what she had meant to him, and to hear what he had meant to her, because soon there would be only the loneliness of monologue.
...it rang false to stay angry about anything, including death, since death was, after all, the most even-handed consequence of being alive.
...I love you, I will miss you more than anything in life, and thank you for managing to love me, the difficult, childish, malformed me, thank you, thank you, thank you...
"Thank you, Enrique. Thank you for making my life fun. I would have lived such a stupid life...Some dumb life, just a stupid, boring life without you."
...he wanted her because, while in her arms, he felt safe.
...what he had extracted of true value out of life was the life she had given him.
...he had come not only to need her but to love her more profoundly than ever; not as a trophy to be won...but as a full partner, skin of his skin, head of his heart, and heart of his soul.
...he felt that he was without someone who knew his real self, that he was without a place to rest, without, in a word, a home. He had been unaware that he felt unknown and lost in the world until he met Margaret....but he did know that while gazing into Margaret's eyes he felt safe.
He grabbed her, and it came right out, although he'd never formed the thought before. "I'm scared you'll stop loving me. I'm so scared you won't love me anymore."
"I'm never going to stop loving you," she said as easily as if she were ordering a meal. "You're my life," she said simply....He felt relief, a long sigh of gratitude that the race had been run, that for all his mistakes, for all his failures, for all the wear and tear he had doled out, for all that he had smashed and given away of love and good intentions and grand ambitions, for all his errors there had been an unexpected mercy, and he had not been punished. Life had given him Margaret to make him whole.
The true nature of this separation was revealed to him as they neared the final departure. Part of his self belonged to her and so would travel with her. Abandoned.
...he could tell her, not these fears about his future without her, but how great the gift of her time and her affection had been, and how grateful he was to have had her, not only for all of his adult life but even for a single day.
"....You're what made my life work."
"....You'll never get away. You'll move in with me, we'll get married...You'll be here forever," she whispered, and in the ocean of her being, he let go of the frightened air trapped in his heart, he exhaled the despair of his soul and he thought with glee: "I'm home! I'm home! Thank God, I'm home!"
He had waited a year for his father to succumb to a terminal cancer, and he had learned from the surprise he felt at the event that no warning of the incredible fact of mortality could adequately prepare the primitive brain nature had given him to comprehend its finality.
"You have to help me!" she gasped for air as if her feelings were strangling her. "I can't do this without you! I can't do this alone! I don't have the strength to argue! I need you to fight them for me!"
"...The Women want men to make the move...you have to show her, you're not just another friend."
"He introduced us....He brought me to you."
There were times, this was one of them, when Enrique would not breathe or speak for a moment, afraid that he would shake with the sobs he sometimes indulged when he was alone. Overpowering sadness rose and crashed within him, a wave that thundered and drowned him, and soon disappeared without a trace on the flattened sand.
Enrique was losing the partner of his past and his present and his future just when he most desired her choreography.
..he resented them all for asking him to make them feel better that a part of their world was ending, when the very center of his was melting in his palms, slipping through his fingers, spilling onto the floor. Soon, very soon, only a puddle of his heart would remain.
They were trying hard not to weep, presumably in the belief their tears would make Margaret feel worse, although they would, in fact, have made her feel loved.
What she longed to receive from them was acceptance and admiration.
...for a long time she had come first with him, that for many years she had been his heart's home and his mind's anchor and that fighting to keep her alive was essential to preserving his own soul.
Their times alone together gave him the most pleasure.
They had different tastes, and sometimes wanted different things from each other, and yet they had lived a happy life together.
"...I don't have any self-esteem, but I'm in love with you and I want you, I want all of you....I want you to marry me and worship me..."
...he hoped to avoid exposing her to the dread he felt at living without her. He certainly hoped to say nothing that would hurt her...
...he wanted to tell her what she had meant to him, and to hear what he had meant to her, because soon there would be only the loneliness of monologue.
...it rang false to stay angry about anything, including death, since death was, after all, the most even-handed consequence of being alive.
...I love you, I will miss you more than anything in life, and thank you for managing to love me, the difficult, childish, malformed me, thank you, thank you, thank you...
"Thank you, Enrique. Thank you for making my life fun. I would have lived such a stupid life...Some dumb life, just a stupid, boring life without you."
...he wanted her because, while in her arms, he felt safe.
...what he had extracted of true value out of life was the life she had given him.
...he had come not only to need her but to love her more profoundly than ever; not as a trophy to be won...but as a full partner, skin of his skin, head of his heart, and heart of his soul.
...he felt that he was without someone who knew his real self, that he was without a place to rest, without, in a word, a home. He had been unaware that he felt unknown and lost in the world until he met Margaret....but he did know that while gazing into Margaret's eyes he felt safe.
He grabbed her, and it came right out, although he'd never formed the thought before. "I'm scared you'll stop loving me. I'm so scared you won't love me anymore."
"I'm never going to stop loving you," she said as easily as if she were ordering a meal. "You're my life," she said simply....He felt relief, a long sigh of gratitude that the race had been run, that for all his mistakes, for all his failures, for all the wear and tear he had doled out, for all that he had smashed and given away of love and good intentions and grand ambitions, for all his errors there had been an unexpected mercy, and he had not been punished. Life had given him Margaret to make him whole.
The true nature of this separation was revealed to him as they neared the final departure. Part of his self belonged to her and so would travel with her. Abandoned.
...he could tell her, not these fears about his future without her, but how great the gift of her time and her affection had been, and how grateful he was to have had her, not only for all of his adult life but even for a single day.
"....You're what made my life work."
"....You'll never get away. You'll move in with me, we'll get married...You'll be here forever," she whispered, and in the ocean of her being, he let go of the frightened air trapped in his heart, he exhaled the despair of his soul and he thought with glee: "I'm home! I'm home! Thank God, I'm home!"
Tuesday, July 24, 2012
Blood Legacy
By Marianne Morea
Love is passion, obsession, someone you can't live without. If you don't start with that, what are you going to end up with? Fall head over heels. I say find someone you can love like crazy and who'll love you the same way back. And how do you find him? Forget your head and listen to your heart....Run the risk. If you get hurt, you'll come back. Because the truth is no sense living your life without this--to make the journey and not fall deeply in love--well, you haven't lived a life at all. You have to try. Because if you haven't tried, you haven't lived.
--William Parris From the movie, Meet Joe Black
--William Parris From the movie, Meet Joe Black
Saturday, July 21, 2012
Friday, July 20, 2012
Angel Be Good
By Kathy Carmichael
"I can't imagine anything ever coming close to what we have. As far as I'm concerned, we are married. Does it take a slip of paper for two people to be joined together? It has to be our intentions, what's in our hearts, that counts. You belong with me. You're my life."
Almost Perfect
By Julie Ortolon
She wanted the wonderful, caring, compassionate, yet still wounded man who stood before her. To love him and heal him and be healed in his arms.
"You don't have to earn love. It either is or it isn't."
But when he kissed me..." She patted her heart as her eyes turned dreamy. "Oh, when he kissed me...I knew. I just knew he was the man for me, no matter what the future held. I was gonna love that man as long as God let me."
"We may have found happiness elsewhere, but I'm convinced it wouldn't have been near as rich. Some things are just meant. That doesn't mean happiness will fall into your lap. You have to work past the scary stage to earn it, then nurture it daily once you have it."
"Sometimes the things we want take longer than we thought they would. That doesn't mean they won't happen."
"...I need to apologize to you. I broke one of the biggest rules of loving someone. I didn't tell you. I was so wrapped up with my conviction that actions mean more than words that I forgot the words are still important. And powerful."
"I love you absolutely. I have from the moment I first saw you, and I will with the last breath I take. Nothing you do will change that....I love you because you're a part of me and I'm a part of you. I want to spend my life watching you shine."
"I can't make you stay, though. Even if you love me back, that doesn't mean we're meant to be. But if you leave, I will still love you, always. I just want whatever is right for you."
"You don't have to earn love. It either is or it isn't."
But when he kissed me..." She patted her heart as her eyes turned dreamy. "Oh, when he kissed me...I knew. I just knew he was the man for me, no matter what the future held. I was gonna love that man as long as God let me."
"We may have found happiness elsewhere, but I'm convinced it wouldn't have been near as rich. Some things are just meant. That doesn't mean happiness will fall into your lap. You have to work past the scary stage to earn it, then nurture it daily once you have it."
"Sometimes the things we want take longer than we thought they would. That doesn't mean they won't happen."
"...I need to apologize to you. I broke one of the biggest rules of loving someone. I didn't tell you. I was so wrapped up with my conviction that actions mean more than words that I forgot the words are still important. And powerful."
"I love you absolutely. I have from the moment I first saw you, and I will with the last breath I take. Nothing you do will change that....I love you because you're a part of me and I'm a part of you. I want to spend my life watching you shine."
"I can't make you stay, though. Even if you love me back, that doesn't mean we're meant to be. But if you leave, I will still love you, always. I just want whatever is right for you."
Thursday, July 19, 2012
Across Eternity
By Aris Whittier
It was more than just his looks that pulled her in. It went deeper. It was the way he moved, the way he spoke, the way he looked at her. It was the quietness about him that captured her attention. He was modest and giving....There were no pretenses to which he hid behind..
They laughed and learned with eager devotion and humble affection. They were serious when they had to be and absolutely uninhibited the rest of the time. Secrets about each other, which were told to no other, were revealed and shared without fear or hesitation. Their relationship reached new heights that even surprised them. The intensity of the bond they shared grew swiftly and bound them tighter.
They were made for each other. It didn't matter what they did or didn't do. They enjoyed every moment because for them it was all about being together.
Family was supposed to be there to pick you up and carry you through the times that were difficult; they weren't supposed to be what caused the pain.
He had given her everything she ever wanted in such a short time, yet she felt like they had been together forever.
"No one will be able to make me happy but you. So finding someone else would be pointless."
"Loving means no fear. It means forgiving and forgetting. It means understanding and accepting."
"The love we share has no fear. The love I give you is a love that doesn't ask questions. It's an acceptance."
They laughed and learned with eager devotion and humble affection. They were serious when they had to be and absolutely uninhibited the rest of the time. Secrets about each other, which were told to no other, were revealed and shared without fear or hesitation. Their relationship reached new heights that even surprised them. The intensity of the bond they shared grew swiftly and bound them tighter.
They were made for each other. It didn't matter what they did or didn't do. They enjoyed every moment because for them it was all about being together.
Family was supposed to be there to pick you up and carry you through the times that were difficult; they weren't supposed to be what caused the pain.
He had given her everything she ever wanted in such a short time, yet she felt like they had been together forever.
"No one will be able to make me happy but you. So finding someone else would be pointless."
"Loving means no fear. It means forgiving and forgetting. It means understanding and accepting."
"The love we share has no fear. The love I give you is a love that doesn't ask questions. It's an acceptance."
Against the Wind
By Virginia Kelly
He was a protector. A man who believed in right, in justice, in guarding life. That was why he lived it so fully. It mattered to him. People mattered to him.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Mirror Image Bride
By Barbara McMahon
There was some special spark between them. She was happier being with him than being apart. He appealed to her on a basic level...His values seemed in line with hers.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Across the Creek
By Jeremy Asher
Time was a thief when it came to memories. Not so much the memories as the details that give the memories life, making them more than just a dream.
"I've waited my entire life to find someone like you. Someone I never knew I could love as much as I love you. Someone who fills the hole in my heart that I've been carrying around for as long as I can remember."
"Every time I come over, you look at me in a way that no man has ever looked at me. You touch me in a way that no man has ever touched me." She placed a hand on his chest. "I know there's something here. I just want you to let me in."
"Because of the love we shared, our lives were far better than never having met at all."
"You're sweet, a little shy, cute, and you have a depth that is rare in men. You have this intensity about you. And you're very passionate about the ones you care about."
"You're the same girl," he whispered, "who, whenever I'm with you, feels like the only home I've ever known. And when I'm not with you, I can't wait until the next time we're together."
"I've waited my entire life to find someone like you. Someone I never knew I could love as much as I love you. Someone who fills the hole in my heart that I've been carrying around for as long as I can remember."
"Every time I come over, you look at me in a way that no man has ever looked at me. You touch me in a way that no man has ever touched me." She placed a hand on his chest. "I know there's something here. I just want you to let me in."
"Because of the love we shared, our lives were far better than never having met at all."
"You're sweet, a little shy, cute, and you have a depth that is rare in men. You have this intensity about you. And you're very passionate about the ones you care about."
"You're the same girl," he whispered, "who, whenever I'm with you, feels like the only home I've ever known. And when I'm not with you, I can't wait until the next time we're together."
Thursday, July 12, 2012
The Doctor's Devotion
By Cheryl Wyatt
"Stubbornness and love aren't enough to keep a person here if God thinks it's their time to go."
"I'm scared of losing him and scarred with regret that I let time go by without seeing him more."
"You gotta quit living life believing there's nothin' better for you."
"I could get used to this. Everything seems to come to life and become magic and animated when two people start to fall in love."
"If love is what's breathing magic in the air between us, I hope the magic stretches this special moment into the longest, most lingering Forever."
"I don't understand why tragedy comes in relentless waves at times, but I trust in God's goodness in bad times as well as good."
"I'm scared of losing him and scarred with regret that I let time go by without seeing him more."
"You gotta quit living life believing there's nothin' better for you."
"I could get used to this. Everything seems to come to life and become magic and animated when two people start to fall in love."
"If love is what's breathing magic in the air between us, I hope the magic stretches this special moment into the longest, most lingering Forever."
"I don't understand why tragedy comes in relentless waves at times, but I trust in God's goodness in bad times as well as good."
Monday, July 9, 2012
The Bachelor Boss By Judy Baer
When their fingers touched she felt his warmth. Something lurched within her. That simple motion was the type of thing she'd missed most about not having a man in her life -- not the showy public gesture, but the tiny, cozy moments that no one else knew about.
It was as if God was saying to her, "Depend on Me, not a house, not a job, not an object. Only Me."
"Only You, Lord," she murmured aloud. "It's all gone or going, Lord."
It was as if God was saying to her, "Depend on Me, not a house, not a job, not an object. Only Me."
"Only You, Lord," she murmured aloud. "It's all gone or going, Lord."
Saturday, June 23, 2012
From wings@mountainwings.com
"Life is relative. I learn more and more each day that true joy does not come from what we have but from what we appreciate."
Tuesday, June 12, 2012
The Witness
By Nora Roberts
"Listen up." He stalked back over to her, pulled her to her feet. "I expect - no, demand - more respect than that from you. I'm not some weak-spined half-ass fuckhead who slithers off when everything's not just exactly perfect. I loved you an hour ago. I love you now. I'm going to keep right on loving you, so get used to it and stop expecting me to let you down. It's insulting, and it's pissing me off."
"She makes me happy. When I'm with her I feel like that's where I'm supposed to be, where I've been wanting to be. And everything that matters makes sense."
"She makes me happy. When I'm with her I feel like that's where I'm supposed to be, where I've been wanting to be. And everything that matters makes sense."
Wednesday, May 9, 2012
Broken Hearts Damaged Goods
By Jack Gunthridge
..when you are in a relationship, you do want to actually touch the person. Talking to the person just isn't the same as feeling that person being there.
At the end of the day, all we really want is to have some sort of human contact and to know that somebody cares about us.
"We can be each other's cocoon. We've both been hurt by love, but if we use each other to get over all of our previous baggage, we can emerge from this as beautiful butterflies capable of truly loving that person that is worthy of us."
As somebody who maybe guards his heart a little bit too much, I have to admire somebody who has the courage and nerve to love as if there is no tomorrow. She knows that by exposing everything that she has to the person she cares for that she is opening herself up to heartache, but she is willing to take that chance. I think there is someting beautiful about that. And when I think about it, it is even more beautiful because she has never closed up her heart after having been hurt. She doesn't judge all men based on what one has done. She still thinks that there could be a perfect guy for her out there that will give her everything she has been looking for.
She gave her previous lovers all of her heart, and they refused to recognize just what they held in their hands. Throughout it all, she never gave up her faith in love and being loved. She was a reasonable woman. She just never figured that men would never be able to see what she was offering.
It's funny that guys always say that they don't want to hurt you when what they do ends up hurting you.
Of all the guys that I've dated, he's the one I've fallen the hardest for. Part of it has to be that he's the most decent man I've ever met. He's intelligent, fun to talk to, and he listens....He's the first challenge I've had in a very long time.
She wants somebody to love her. Guys have made love to her, but they have never loved her.
If I were ever truly honest with myself, I would admit that I love her. I love how she makes me feel, how she is totally honest with me, how she shows me all of her scars that she has received over the years, and how she doesn't just me for my scars. And I know that there is a part of her that loves me and wants nothing more than to have me love her in return. That is what scares me.
I love him. It would be easier for me to just have sex with him, at least then I wouldn't care about him and the possibility of losing him. But as it is, I am falling for him more and more each day. I know that he has had his heart broken, but I could love him more than she did. Sometimes I think he knows this. There are times that I know that he cares for me.
I wish I were a guy. Then I could just tell him that I love him and give us some sort of official status. Women have to wait for the man to make up his mind. You never know whether to encourage the man and make him feel safe to tell you what you think he is feeling, or whether you should act like you don't care, so that he wants you even more. Either way, it hurts waiting.
It's better to secretly love somebody and not to have that love returned than to declare your love and not have it returned. It might not seem like much of a difference, but at least a secret love allows you to continue to be around the object of the affection.
At the end of the day, all we really want is to have some sort of human contact and to know that somebody cares about us.
"We can be each other's cocoon. We've both been hurt by love, but if we use each other to get over all of our previous baggage, we can emerge from this as beautiful butterflies capable of truly loving that person that is worthy of us."
As somebody who maybe guards his heart a little bit too much, I have to admire somebody who has the courage and nerve to love as if there is no tomorrow. She knows that by exposing everything that she has to the person she cares for that she is opening herself up to heartache, but she is willing to take that chance. I think there is someting beautiful about that. And when I think about it, it is even more beautiful because she has never closed up her heart after having been hurt. She doesn't judge all men based on what one has done. She still thinks that there could be a perfect guy for her out there that will give her everything she has been looking for.
She gave her previous lovers all of her heart, and they refused to recognize just what they held in their hands. Throughout it all, she never gave up her faith in love and being loved. She was a reasonable woman. She just never figured that men would never be able to see what she was offering.
It's funny that guys always say that they don't want to hurt you when what they do ends up hurting you.
Of all the guys that I've dated, he's the one I've fallen the hardest for. Part of it has to be that he's the most decent man I've ever met. He's intelligent, fun to talk to, and he listens....He's the first challenge I've had in a very long time.
She wants somebody to love her. Guys have made love to her, but they have never loved her.
If I were ever truly honest with myself, I would admit that I love her. I love how she makes me feel, how she is totally honest with me, how she shows me all of her scars that she has received over the years, and how she doesn't just me for my scars. And I know that there is a part of her that loves me and wants nothing more than to have me love her in return. That is what scares me.
I love him. It would be easier for me to just have sex with him, at least then I wouldn't care about him and the possibility of losing him. But as it is, I am falling for him more and more each day. I know that he has had his heart broken, but I could love him more than she did. Sometimes I think he knows this. There are times that I know that he cares for me.
I wish I were a guy. Then I could just tell him that I love him and give us some sort of official status. Women have to wait for the man to make up his mind. You never know whether to encourage the man and make him feel safe to tell you what you think he is feeling, or whether you should act like you don't care, so that he wants you even more. Either way, it hurts waiting.
It's better to secretly love somebody and not to have that love returned than to declare your love and not have it returned. It might not seem like much of a difference, but at least a secret love allows you to continue to be around the object of the affection.
Broken
By Kimberly Reeves
"I guess that's how you know it's true love, son. Nothing can make a man's insides shake like the fear of losing the woman he loves."
In her lifetime, Jessie's heart had been entwined with two extraordinary men; one who had loved her enough to let her go, and another who loved her so much he couldn't.
In her lifetime, Jessie's heart had been entwined with two extraordinary men; one who had loved her enough to let her go, and another who loved her so much he couldn't.
Thursday, May 3, 2012
Wedding Invitation
This day I will marry my friend,
The one I will laugh with,
live for, dream with,
Love....
????
and
????
together with their parents
Mrs.Patricia Ann Waldo
?????
invite you to share their happiness when
they exchange their marriage vows and
begin their new life together
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Breaking TWIG
"If a woman makes a man feel like her hero, he'll move heaven and hell to please her."
"How can I take away the pain?"
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
"Tell me you'll always love me."
"I'll always love you."
"Promise me you'll never leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere."
I smiled. That's all I ever wanted. To know someone loved me and would always be there. That's not too much to ask for, is it?
It's amazing what a girl can do when she has one person in her life that loves and believes in her unconditionally.
"I think about what my life would be like without you. There'd be no laughter, no love, no balance."
"How can I take away the pain?"
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you."
"Tell me you'll always love me."
"I'll always love you."
"Promise me you'll never leave me."
"I'm not going anywhere."
I smiled. That's all I ever wanted. To know someone loved me and would always be there. That's not too much to ask for, is it?
It's amazing what a girl can do when she has one person in her life that loves and believes in her unconditionally.
"I think about what my life would be like without you. There'd be no laughter, no love, no balance."
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Blown Away
By Shane Gericke
He was Old Spice, not Chanel. Strong. Sure of himself. Tender under the brontosaurus hide. Said what he meant, meant what he said. Had a clumsy charm she found endearing. Good at what he did, obviously loved it, had the respect of people she admired. Listened, really listened, a trait she treasured for its rarity.
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
Chasing Fire
By Nora Roberts
"We're not kids. We've both got more years behind us than ahead. When we have a chance for someting good, we ought to take it."
"I learned how to be happy on my own. It was good for me, to have that time, to find out a little bit more about myself. What I could do, what I could do without. I'm happier with you."
"I've made us both sad, and here I was thinking about being happy."
"People who are together get to share both. I want to....share both with you."
"You're the answer before I even asked the question."
"What is it you're supposed to feel?" she demanded. "I can never figure it out."
He cleared his throat. "Maybe you should ask another woman about this kind of thing."
"I'm asking you.....I'm not asking about sex, Dad. I know about sex. You tell me you love her, and I can see it all over you. I can see it, but I don't know how it feels -- how it's supposed to feel."
"There's a lot that goes around it. Trust and respect and --" He cleared his throat again. "Attraction. But the center's a reflection of all of those things, all your strengths and weaknesses, hopes and dreams. They catch fire there, in the center. Maybe it blazes, maybe it simmers, smolders, but there's the heat and the light, all those colors, and what's around it feeds it....when love's a fire, whether it's bright or a steady glow, hot or warm, it creates. It makes you better than you were without it."
"I love you. I love everything about you. Your voice, your laugh....Your face, your body, your hard head and your cautious heart. I want to spend the rest of my life looking at you, listening to you, working with you, just being with you."
"I learned how to be happy on my own. It was good for me, to have that time, to find out a little bit more about myself. What I could do, what I could do without. I'm happier with you."
"I've made us both sad, and here I was thinking about being happy."
"People who are together get to share both. I want to....share both with you."
"You're the answer before I even asked the question."
"What is it you're supposed to feel?" she demanded. "I can never figure it out."
He cleared his throat. "Maybe you should ask another woman about this kind of thing."
"I'm asking you.....I'm not asking about sex, Dad. I know about sex. You tell me you love her, and I can see it all over you. I can see it, but I don't know how it feels -- how it's supposed to feel."
"There's a lot that goes around it. Trust and respect and --" He cleared his throat again. "Attraction. But the center's a reflection of all of those things, all your strengths and weaknesses, hopes and dreams. They catch fire there, in the center. Maybe it blazes, maybe it simmers, smolders, but there's the heat and the light, all those colors, and what's around it feeds it....when love's a fire, whether it's bright or a steady glow, hot or warm, it creates. It makes you better than you were without it."
"I love you. I love everything about you. Your voice, your laugh....Your face, your body, your hard head and your cautious heart. I want to spend the rest of my life looking at you, listening to you, working with you, just being with you."
Tuesday, April 3, 2012
Beyond Eternity
By Yvonne Anthony
I took his face in my hands and kissed his enticing lips. How could I concentrate on a conversation with someone so incredibly sexy? He oozed testosterone from every pore, which was like a magnet for my estrogen. The aura of authority that clung to him was impossible to resist.
Tuesday, March 27, 2012
The Beautiful Truth
By Eileen Stoeklin
"..why did that happen to me tonight? It seems that no matter how hard I try, I just can't have joy in my life. Why is that?.."Trinity said while sniffling.
"Oh, my dear child, you have joy. God gives it out equally to all. It's us that either accepts or denies it."
"How can you say that? Look at me and my life, where is this joy that you are talking about?"
"I promise you, it's there. The problem is you're looking for it in the wrong place. It's not in a physical world or body, it never has been and never will be. Physical beauty is a fleeting illusion."
"Wealth and beauty do not bring happiness, but neither does poverty nor ugliness. So, if happiness is not in those things or in the lack of them, then it must be someplace else."
...I only found joy when I realized that happiness was not dependent on anything outside of me."
"Then if it's not in the way you look or what you have, what is it?"
"It's constantly being aware of the good that you do have, and learning to be content with simple things. It's in forgetting the past, and giving up on trying to change the things that you can't. It's in discovering new things, and achieving whatever it is you set out to do, and the greatest of all, it's in trying to add joy and happiness to someone else's life. The people I've met that do those things, to me are the most beautiful and rich people I know."
"I loved you even when I couldn't see you, then the first time I saw you I loved you more, and the second time even more, and so on.....Not because of the way you looked or didn't, but because you trusted me with your deepest self. That is to me what true beauty and love is. It's when you can be exaclty who you are around the person you love, and have them still love you."
"Take My Hand"
I found the strength to carry through
then found the door that led to you
In the darkness of my soul
You lit my path and made me whole
Rid your doubts and rid your fears
Let go of sadness wipe your tears
Find my cause and set me free
Take my hand and marry me.
"Oh, my dear child, you have joy. God gives it out equally to all. It's us that either accepts or denies it."
"How can you say that? Look at me and my life, where is this joy that you are talking about?"
"I promise you, it's there. The problem is you're looking for it in the wrong place. It's not in a physical world or body, it never has been and never will be. Physical beauty is a fleeting illusion."
"Wealth and beauty do not bring happiness, but neither does poverty nor ugliness. So, if happiness is not in those things or in the lack of them, then it must be someplace else."
...I only found joy when I realized that happiness was not dependent on anything outside of me."
"Then if it's not in the way you look or what you have, what is it?"
"It's constantly being aware of the good that you do have, and learning to be content with simple things. It's in forgetting the past, and giving up on trying to change the things that you can't. It's in discovering new things, and achieving whatever it is you set out to do, and the greatest of all, it's in trying to add joy and happiness to someone else's life. The people I've met that do those things, to me are the most beautiful and rich people I know."
"I loved you even when I couldn't see you, then the first time I saw you I loved you more, and the second time even more, and so on.....Not because of the way you looked or didn't, but because you trusted me with your deepest self. That is to me what true beauty and love is. It's when you can be exaclty who you are around the person you love, and have them still love you."
"Take My Hand"
I found the strength to carry through
then found the door that led to you
In the darkness of my soul
You lit my path and made me whole
Rid your doubts and rid your fears
Let go of sadness wipe your tears
Find my cause and set me free
Take my hand and marry me.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Angel Flying Too Close to the Ground
By Rosemary Fifield
I think you're someone with a lot of baggage who's a really good person and wants to do the right thing but has a lot of conflicts. I think you've made mistakes in your life that you feel you can't get past, but you need to so you can be happy. I think you have a good heart. You love your family. But you need to be free of them at the same time. You want to be successful on your own, and you don't want to depend on anybody else for that.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
Broken Wings
By Alexandrea Weis
You will never be a burden to anyone who loves you.
He was a handsome man, she decided, and wondered why she had never thought of him as attractive before. His looks were more suited for a man of adventure rather than a model or actor. He appeared to be someone who should be flying planes or, at least, jumping out of them. His eyes were the only part of his features that she found unsettling. The darkness of them seemed to hint at some hidden pain behind his welcoming smile. Like he had been to hell, and the visions he had seen there were still burning through his soul. She found it odd how you can look into a person's face a thousand times, and then suddenly, one day, you glance over and feel as though you are seeing them for the very first time.
She had attached herself to some place deep inside of his heart, a place he had not dared to visit for a very long time. He knew from that moment on his life would never be the same.
Monday, March 12, 2012
Love Undercover By Larry Johnson
Love is a decision, not just a feeling. It is a very powerful force, creating wonderful relationships and situations from seemingly impossible ones. What appears to be a disaster can be changed in a moment to the reality of a dream. You simply make the decision to believe in the reality of that dream and don't let go.
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Ain't Love Grand
By Dana Taylor
"I never know what you're going to do or say next....When I'm with you I feel..I feel..needy. I've never needed anyone before. I've never wanted anyone like I want you...When you're with me you fill in gaps I didn't even know were there. Today you made my house come alive, and now it will feel empty if you're not there."
"So, what's the problem?" I whispered.
"The problem is I know you're going to change everything in my life. It will be busier and brighter and spinning out of control. And, I don't have any choice because I love you and want you and need you and you're not going anywhere except home with me."
"Don't I have any say in the matter?"
"No."
Warm emotion bubbled up from my stomach and into my throat. I threw back my head and let the laughter loose. He loved me! I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a joyful kiss. He really loved me.
At first, his response was restrained. Then, suddenly, he let himself go, whipped his arms around my back and joyfully returned my kisses.
"So, what's the problem?" I whispered.
"The problem is I know you're going to change everything in my life. It will be busier and brighter and spinning out of control. And, I don't have any choice because I love you and want you and need you and you're not going anywhere except home with me."
"Don't I have any say in the matter?"
"No."
Warm emotion bubbled up from my stomach and into my throat. I threw back my head and let the laughter loose. He loved me! I reached my arms around his neck and pulled him down into a joyful kiss. He really loved me.
At first, his response was restrained. Then, suddenly, he let himself go, whipped his arms around my back and joyfully returned my kisses.
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Again
By Diana Murdock
"My mother once told me it is best to live in the moment, for we do not have the past or the future. But, Jonathan, if I were given the choice to which moment to live in, I would be hard-pressed to decide. Any moment with you would be heaven. What I found with you leaves me bittersweet memories, but I have no regrets."
Tuesday, February 21, 2012
And Still, She Wept
By T.C. Barnes
They were two wounded souls, so afraid of getting too close to anyone, yet also so much in need of each other. He didn't know how she felt, but he felt like she had given him back some of his life, some of his hope and reason for living. And that was something he could never repay her for.
The meaning of life: to love and be loved more than anything. To put someone else above all others, and to have them do so equally for you.
He'd shown his heart to her, a heart that had been damaged and ravaged by time and circumstance, but had somehow come close to being whole once more....Two people, broken, bruised, battered, yet back on the path once again. If she had saved him, well then he had saved her, too. And she'd never forget any of the things that he had done for her that had helped her to heal, deep inside--where no one else could see her except him.
"I love you more than I've ever loved any other man in my life. I trust you. I have faith in you. You saved me from the worst part of myself, and built me up into the best that I could possibly be. And you didn't ask anything in return. And only someone who loved you unconditionally, with all their heart, could ever do that for you."
The meaning of life: to love and be loved more than anything. To put someone else above all others, and to have them do so equally for you.
He'd shown his heart to her, a heart that had been damaged and ravaged by time and circumstance, but had somehow come close to being whole once more....Two people, broken, bruised, battered, yet back on the path once again. If she had saved him, well then he had saved her, too. And she'd never forget any of the things that he had done for her that had helped her to heal, deep inside--where no one else could see her except him.
"I love you more than I've ever loved any other man in my life. I trust you. I have faith in you. You saved me from the worst part of myself, and built me up into the best that I could possibly be. And you didn't ask anything in return. And only someone who loved you unconditionally, with all their heart, could ever do that for you."
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