love quotes!

In my bedroom at my mothers, I have a huge cork board above my bead. i have some random swatches of black and white fabric.

I tried hanging up pictures of family, but something didn’t feel right about seeing those loved ones. My friends are the family I chose. I don’t regret any of my friendships, and I don’t ever want to. So when I went around looking for their pictures, I realized I didn’t have a lot. I had had too many friends to have over all at once at a birthday party, so why didn’t I have as many pictures? I put up as many pictures as I could find, but there was still empty space which bothered me. Then I discovered something. Love Quotes. Love quotes aren’t any ordinary type of literature. These come from either pain or happieness. I started printing off the quotes and re-writing them in colored sharpies. Seeing what someone wrote about their beloved other half is inspring and i only hope that someday those quotes will apply to all the people i love.

My favorite quotes at the moment:

“Love is just love, it can never be explained.”

     “There are four questions of value in life... What is sacred? Of what is the spirit made? What is worth living for, and what is worth dying for? The answer to each is the same. Only love.”

“When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When you cried you had my urge to hold you. When you said you loved me, you had my heart forever.”

"It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.”

When love is not madness, it is not love.  ~Pedro Calderon de la Barca

Shall we compare our hearts to a garden -
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,
swooping birds and sunshine, rain -
and most importantly, seeds.
~Grey Livingston

Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?
~James J. Walker

Love,

Maddie