lovely

Link	Quote	Tags	Author
30b142d	I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again...	inspirational lovely	Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
7c47ec2	"I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again..."	lovely	Antoine de Saint-Exupéry
efa31d2	"I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days. It overwhelms me as I'm sitting on the bus; watching the golden leaves from a window; a sudden burst of realisation in the middle of the night. I can't help it and I can't stop it. I'm alone as I've always been and sometimes it hurts.... but I'm learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I'm learning to make things nice for myself. To comfort my own heart when I wake up sad. To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in December, or a handwritten letter to an old friend simply saying "I thought of you. I hope you're well." No one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you excited, something you want to learn. Get yourself some books and learn them by heart. Get to know the author, where he grew up, what books he read himself. Take yourself out for dinner. Dress up for no one but you and simply feel nice. it's a lovely feeling, to feel pretty. You don't need anyone to confirm it.	anxiety-disorder being-happy books breath breathing bus december deep depression emotions feelings friendship gratitude growing-up happy heal healing heart joy learn learning letters life-quotes lonely lovely mental-health mental-wellness mindfulness minimalism moment night panic panic-attacks plan prose recovery regret sad sadness self-care sky trying well worries worrying	Charlotte Eriksson
ecd9633	You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth. You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.	love-at-first-sight love-hurts love-quotes love-story lovely lovequotes lover lovers music poet poetry-love rare-images-of-love realistic-poetry realistic-poetry-quotes tags-cinderella tags-delano-johnson tags-fantasy tags-love	Delano Johnson
2bb1ecf	She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?	dreaming dreams fairy-tales inkheart inspirational lovely sleep sleeping	Cornelia Funke
4340977	Hope is what makes you look outside the window to see if it's stopped raining. Hope is what makes you believe he'll text you back. Hope is why you buy your jeans a little tight... Hope is why you get out of bed in the morning, and why you dream at night. Hope is what makes us believe that things can only get better. Hope is what keeps us going.	lovely off-the-page	Jodi Picoult
4f90956	He had the effect on her of a window being thrown open and fresh air and sunlight being let in	lovely	Elizabeth von Arnim
f24d558	Remember to say what you mean, but don't say it meanly.	day faith gentle god lovely mean nice quiet spirit words	Elizabeth George
e61b9bc	The way back will come but once. Be steadfast.	lovely magical medieval	Robert Jordan
5ab42bf	"Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn't look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me--little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.	alcohol anxiety art balance be-okay chest coffee crying drinking ed fine flowers focus grateful gratitude happiness hope hopeful hopeless hurt inspiration joy lovely lovers madness mental-health music new-day okay panic panic-attack panic-attacks park recovery sad sadness self-destruction self-harm sing singing sky smoking songs sound spring starving tears walking well-being wellness	Charlotte Eriksson
a95c224	"He asks me which of them two I liked best. Perhaps I liked Mr. Harry Carson once--I don't know--I've forgotten; but I loved James Wilson, that's now on trial, above what tongue can tell--above all else on earth put together; and I love him now better than ever, though he has never known a word of it till this minute... I never found out how dearly I loved another till one day, when James Wilson asked me to marry him, and I was very hard and sharp in my answer (for indeed, sir, I'd a deal to bear just then), and he took me at my word and left me; and from that day to this I've never spoken a word to him, or set eyes on him; though I'd fain have done so, to try and show him we had both been too hasty; for he'd not been gone out of my sight above a minute before I knew I loved--far above my life," said she, dropping her voice as she came to this second confession of the strength of her attachment. "But, if the gentleman asks me which I loved the best, I make answer, I was flattered by Mr. Carson, and pleased with his flattery; but James Wilson, I"-- She covered her face with her hands, to hide the burning scarlet blushes, which even dyed her fingers."	love lovely profession trial	Elizabeth Gaskell
14fb749	The soul of a child is the loveliest flower that grows in the garden of God.	children chirstian father flower garden god love lovely mom parent soul spirit	Elizabeth George
983d203	Not lovelier. But a different kind of loveliness. There are so many kinds of loveliness.	beauty loveliness lovely	L.M. Montgomery
5b2759e	It's lovely to be going home and know it's home. I love green gables already, and I've never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.	green-gables happy home lovely	L.M. Montgomery
be0cb22	A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.	description lovely sunlight	Christopher Paolini
d9b4deb	Oh, and you accuse me of flattery! Here I waddle about like a fat old duck and you try to tell me I'm lovely.	compliment duck fat flattery lovely pregnancy pregnant waddle	Robin Hobb
018d439	Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.	description e-m-forster fairyland howards-end lovely nature sunlight	E.M. Forster

30b142d

I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again...

inspirational lovely

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

7c47ec2

"I wonder," he said, "whether the stars are set alight in heaven so that one day each one of us may find his own again..."

lovely

Antoine de Saint-Exupéry

efa31d2

"I get so god damn lonely and sad and filled with regrets some days. It overwhelms me as I'm sitting on the bus; watching the golden leaves from a window; a sudden burst of realisation in the middle of the night. I can't help it and I can't stop it. I'm alone as I've always been and sometimes it hurts.... but I'm learning to breathe deep through it and keep walking. I'm learning to make things nice for myself. To comfort my own heart when I wake up sad. To find small bits of friendship in a crowd full of strangers. To find a small moment of joy in a blue sky, in a trip somewhere not so far away, a long walk an early morning in December, or a handwritten letter to an old friend simply saying "I thought of you. I hope you're well." No one will come and save you. No one will come riding on a white horse and take all your worries away. You have to save yourself, little by little, day by day. Build yourself a home. Take care of your body. Find something to work on. Something that makes you excited, something you want to learn. Get yourself some books and learn them by heart. Get to know the author, where he grew up, what books he read himself. Take yourself out for dinner. Dress up for no one but you and simply feel nice. it's a lovely feeling, to feel pretty. You don't need anyone to confirm it.

anxiety-disorder being-happy books breath breathing bus december deep depression emotions feelings friendship gratitude growing-up happy heal healing heart joy learn learning letters life-quotes lonely lovely mental-health mental-wellness mindfulness minimalism moment night panic panic-attacks plan prose recovery regret sad sadness self-care sky trying well worries worrying

Charlotte Eriksson

ecd9633

You can run from the truth. You can run and hide from the truth. You can deny and avoid the truth. But you cannot destroy the truth. Nor can you make the lie true. You must know that love will always uncover the truth.

love-at-first-sight love-hurts love-quotes love-story lovely lovequotes lover lovers music poet poetry-love rare-images-of-love realistic-poetry realistic-poetry-quotes tags-cinderella tags-delano-johnson tags-fantasy tags-love

Delano Johnson

2bb1ecf

She wanted to return to her dream. Perhaps it was still somewhere there behind her closed eyelids. Perhaps a little of its happiness still clung like gold dust to her lashes. Don't dreams in fairy tales sometimes leave a token behind?

dreaming dreams fairy-tales inkheart inspirational lovely sleep sleeping

Cornelia Funke

4340977

Hope is what makes you look outside the window to see if it's stopped raining. Hope is what makes you believe he'll text you back. Hope is why you buy your jeans a little tight... Hope is why you get out of bed in the morning, and why you dream at night. Hope is what makes us believe that things can only get better. Hope is what keeps us going.

lovely off-the-page

Jodi Picoult

4f90956

He had the effect on her of a window being thrown open and fresh air and sunlight being let in

lovely

Elizabeth von Arnim

f24d558

Remember to say what you mean, but don't say it meanly.

day faith gentle god lovely mean nice quiet spirit words

Elizabeth George

e61b9bc

The way back will come but once. Be steadfast.

lovely magical medieval

Robert Jordan

5ab42bf

"Yesterday it was sun outside. The sky was blue and people were lying under blooming cherry trees in the park. It was Friday, so records were released, that people have been working on for years. Friends around me find success and level up, do fancy photo shoots and get featured on big, white, movie screens. There were parties and lovers, hand in hand, laughing perfectly loud, but I walked numbly through the park, round and round, 40 times for 4 hours just wanting to make it through the day. There's a weight that inhabits my chest some times. Like a lock in my throat, making it hard to breathe. A little less air got through and the sky was so blue I couldn't look at it because it made me sad, swelling tears in my eyes and they dripped quietly on the floor as I got on with my day. I tried to keep my focus, ticked off the to-do list, did my chores. Packed orders, wrote emails, paid bills and rewrote stories, but the panic kept growing, exploding in my chest. Tears falling on the desk tick tick tick me not making a sound and some days I just don't know what to do. Where to go or who to see and I try to be gentle, soft and kind, but anxiety eats you up and I just want to be fine. This is not beautiful. This is not useful. You can not do anything with it and it tries to control you, throw you off your balance and lovely ways but you can not let it. I cleaned up. Took myself for a walk. Tried to keep my eyes on the sky. Stayed away from the alcohol, stayed away from the destructive tools we learn to use. the smoking and the starving, the running, the madness, thinking it will help but it only feeds the fire and I don't want to hurt myself anymore. I made it through and today I woke up, lighter and proud because I'm still here. There are flowers growing outside my window. The coffee is warm, the air is pure. In a few hours I'll be on a train on my way to sing for people who invited me to come, to sing, for them. My own songs, that I created. Me--little me. From nowhere at all. And I have people around that I like and can laugh with, and it's spring again.

alcohol anxiety art balance be-okay chest coffee crying drinking ed fine flowers focus grateful gratitude happiness hope hopeful hopeless hurt inspiration joy lovely lovers madness mental-health music new-day okay panic panic-attack panic-attacks park recovery sad sadness self-destruction self-harm sing singing sky smoking songs sound spring starving tears walking well-being wellness

Charlotte Eriksson

a95c224

"He asks me which of them two I liked best. Perhaps I liked Mr. Harry Carson once--I don't know--I've forgotten; but I loved James Wilson, that's now on trial, above what tongue can tell--above all else on earth put together; and I love him now better than ever, though he has never known a word of it till this minute... I never found out how dearly I loved another till one day, when James Wilson asked me to marry him, and I was very hard and sharp in my answer (for indeed, sir, I'd a deal to bear just then), and he took me at my word and left me; and from that day to this I've never spoken a word to him, or set eyes on him; though I'd fain have done so, to try and show him we had both been too hasty; for he'd not been gone out of my sight above a minute before I knew I loved--far above my life," said she, dropping her voice as she came to this second confession of the strength of her attachment. "But, if the gentleman asks me which I loved the best, I make answer, I was flattered by Mr. Carson, and pleased with his flattery; but James Wilson, I"-- She covered her face with her hands, to hide the burning scarlet blushes, which even dyed her fingers."

love lovely profession trial

Elizabeth Gaskell

14fb749

The soul of a child is the loveliest flower that grows in the garden of God.

children chirstian father flower garden god love lovely mom parent soul spirit

Elizabeth George

983d203

Not lovelier. But a different kind of loveliness. There are so many kinds of loveliness.

beauty loveliness lovely

L.M. Montgomery

5b2759e

It's lovely to be going home and know it's home. I love green gables already, and I've never loved any place before. Oh, Marilla, I'm so happy.

green-gables happy home lovely

L.M. Montgomery

be0cb22

A solitary finger of light fell upon it, illuminating motes of golden dust floating in the air.

description lovely sunlight

Christopher Paolini

d9b4deb

Oh, and you accuse me of flattery! Here I waddle about like a fat old duck and you try to tell me I'm lovely.

compliment duck fat flattery lovely pregnancy pregnant waddle

Robin Hobb

018d439

Then she turned westward, to gaze at the swirling gold. Just where the river rounded the hill the sun caught it. Fairyland must lie above the bend, and its precious liquid was pouring towards them past Charles's bathing shed.

description e-m-forster fairyland howards-end lovely nature sunlight

E.M. Forster