Mrs. G: But marriage? I had mine. I had my Charlie. My one.
Laurel: Do you believe that? That there's one person? One?
Mrs. G: I do, for some of us. For others, if things don't work, or you lose someone, there's another. But for some there's the one, beginning to end. No one else can fit. No one else gets into the heart the same way, and lives there.
Tag: inspirational love
But when you love somebody, things don't always go the way you want them to. Sometimes you have to stick through adversity and not give up. You know, I think love can be a test. When it gets difficult, that's when we learn if our love is real, and if we have the devotion to be true to it in spite of all the heartaches.
Chris CoppernollTag: love marriage relationships-advice
That everything ends,
That everything ends,
No parent should have to bury a child ... No mother should have to bury a son. Mothers are not meant to bury sons. It is not in the natural order of things.
I buried my son. In a potter's field. In a field of Blood. In empty, acrid silence. There was no funeral. There were no mourners. His friends all absent. His father dead. His sisters refusing to attend. I discovered his body alone, I dug his grave alone, I placed him in a hole, and covered him with dirt and rock alone. I was not able to finish burying him before sundown, and I'm not sure if that affected his fate ...
I begrudge God none of this. I do not curse him or bemoan my lot. And though my heart keeps beating only to keep breaking--I do not question why.
I remember the morning my son was born as if it was yesterday. The moment the midwife placed him in my arms, I was infused with a love beyond all measure and understanding. I remember holding my son, and looking over at my own mother and saying, "Now I understand why the sun comes up at day and the stars come out at night. I understand why rain falls gently. Now I understand you, Mother" ...
I loved my son every day of his life, and I will love him ferociously long after I've stopped breathing. I am a simple woman. I am not bright or learn-ed. I do not read. I do not write. My opinions are not solicited. My voice is not important ... On the day of my son's birth I was infused with a love beyond all measure and understanding ... The world tells me that God is in Heaven and that my son is in Hell. I tell the world the one true thing I know: If my son is in Hell, then there is no Heaven--because if my son sits in Hell, there is no God.
Tag: life love family belief god loss death despair religion faith heaven hope story hell child bible mother jesus-christ son parent judas-iscariot henrietta-iscariot
i am really colored
Ntozake ShangeYou don’t get a choice in who you love, because often when you realize that you’re in love, it’s far too late to choose.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTag: love
New love can heal lost loves, but it cannot make you forget.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreWhen love is thrown away over stupid reasons, the only thing left is shame and regret. Instead of letting stupid things rule your love, let your love over rule the stupid things.
Jennifer Megan VarnadoreTag: love
In any ten step instruction manual and every book of doctrines, there is complex advice that serves the very simple function of helping the lonely person find some similarity with the world around him.
He connects and, suddenly, there is a burst of joy, a ray of hope. He believes that it was those steps or that book, specifically, that brought him happiness, when really he has simply been triggered into his natural state.
Tag: life happiness love spiritual loneliness spirituality healing
Forget the beauty, comfort, love and enjoyment. You must to be enough tough on yourself to be strong on others.
M.F. MoonzajerTag: love strong beauty forget comfort enjoyment enough tough
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