Poet by Passion

[thequotejournals]

There are many who love in this world, but very few who commit.

Arabic Proverb (via wordsnquotes)

[thepersonalquotes]

[thequotejournals]

You have to die a few times first, till you can really live.

Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.

Frida Kahlo, The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via thelovejournals)

[garrett7e]

This hour I tell things in confidence

I might not tell everybody;

but I will tell you.

--W.W.

[garrett7e]

“We understand then do we not?

What I promis’d without mentioning it, have you not accepted?

What the study would not teach--what the preaching could not accomplish is      accomplish’d is it not?” W.W.

[wordsnquotes]

I do not believe anyone can be perfectly well, who has a brain and a heart.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

I swear to you there are divine things more beautiful than words can tell.

Walt Whitman (via wordsnquotes)

[thelovejournals]

I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.

Joquesse Eugenia (via thelovejournals)

[thelovejournals]

There’s nothing more intimate in life than simply being understood… And understanding someone else.

Brad Meltzer, The Inner Circle (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

Live to the point of tears.

Albert Camus  (via wordsnquotes)

[theliteraryjournals]

…there is something fierce and terrible in me, eligible to burst forth, I dare not tell it in words…

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via wordsnquotes)

[theliteraryjournals]

Do I contradict myself? Very well, then, I contradict myself; I am large — I contain multitudes.

Walt Whitman, Leaves of Grass (via wordsnquotes)

[thequotejournals]

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter - they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

Carl R. Rogers (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.

Thomas Hardy, Madding Crowd (via wordsnquotes)

[thepersonalquotes]