As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
William Shakespeare 

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

William Shakespeare 

Don’t knock masturbation. It’s sex with someone I love. Annie Hall
"A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.” Edward de Bono
Tied or not you are always bound…. MG

"A memory is what is left when something happens and does not completely unhappen.” Edward de Bono

Tied or not you are always bound…. MG

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.” -William Shakespeare

“Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind.” -William Shakespeare

I’ve said “I love you” many times, but only meant it once. - MG

I’ve said “I love you” many times, but only meant it once. - MG

"Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand."
Mother Teresa 

"Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand."

Mother Teresa 

“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.” 
― Henry Ellis

“All the art of living lies in a fine mingling of letting go and holding on.” 

― Henry Ellis

Friendship doubles our joy and divides our grief. Just a reminder to all the friends out there old, new, and yet to be found - a thank you for being there. 
There is no greater sorrow than to recall happiness in times of misery. Dante Alighieri
Reese: “Some of us don’t get to grow old with the one we love”
Finch: “I’ll grow old with her, Mr. Reese, just from afar. Beyond that, it’s best not to think about it.”

Reese: “Some of us don’t get to grow old with the one we love

Finch: “I’ll grow old with her, Mr. Reese, just from afar. Beyond that, it’s best not to think about it.”

"When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, nor worthiness."  Euripides

"When love is in excess, it brings a man no honor, nor worthiness." Euripides

"When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you." 
-Friedrich Nietzsche

Image - The Abyss by Alexiuss

"When you look long into an abyss, the abyss looks into you."

-Friedrich Nietzsche

Image - The Abyss by Alexiuss

"Love that is not madness is not love."
Pedro Calderon de la Barca 

"Love that is not madness is not love."

Pedro Calderon de la Barca 

(Source: kamasitra)

Cite Arrow reblogged from iamboundtowin
If the people we love are stolen from us, the way to have them live on is to never stop loving them. Buildings burn, people die, but real love is forever. ~ Voltaire
always-a-slave:

The Olive Tree 
A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.
The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak…
I’m here for you… now and always no matter how far time and space takes us… Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless— for my love is unconditional…
Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener.
When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.
Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you. Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!
I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me…. But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.
Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!
… As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day… and everyday thereafter!
*a friend of mine showed me this story once and brought me to tears.. thank You for letting me post it.. I know it isn’t the tree You imagined but I thought the image was just as deep*  I thought this would be a better image for this took me forever to find where the story went to..

always-a-slave:

The Olive Tree 

A confused sub came before a wise Master who adored her. She felt that to submit to him would mean she would open her heart to unbearable pain should he ever leave her. She hungered for him and needed him, but was ready to walk away in panic.

The gentle Master knelt her before him and started a tale of love and devotion. As she looked up at him his arms began to widen and open like a large tree stretches its branches to the sky. At that moment the Master appeared rooted to the floor and his impressive size towered above her like a giant tree. Then he began to speak…

I’m here for you… now and always no matter how far time and space takes us… Whether you walk away from me today or you stay and serve me I will not turn from you. I am as patient as time itself; I will take not from you unless you give freely and completely of yourself, but I give onto you regardless— for my love is unconditional…

Like the olive tree that can both feed you and shade you, I am there seemingly eternal to your short life on this earth. If you need my fruit to feed your hunger I will give you all the fruit you need. If your skin grows dry and loses its luster, the oil from my fruit will restore it and make it glisten. When you need comfort my leaves will gently caress your face with the slightest breeze. When you need discipline my branches will correct you when the wind blows strong. If you just need my shade to protect you from the sun, my branches will shade and protect you. If you need warmth at night my fallen branches will fuel the fire to keep you warm and safe. If you need a refreshing breeze my leaves will fan you and cool you. You are my gardener.

When you submit to me, you tend that which keeps me vibrant and full of life. When you kneel under me and till the soil, you give breath to my roots. When you water me, my sap flows strong through me raising my limping Branches. When you soil yourself collecting fertilizer with your bare hands, you strengthen and humble me with your devotion.

Although my life will go on, life would not be the same without you. Your dedication and unconditional care for me keeps me vibrant and nurtures my very core. The sustenance and protection I give you seems little reward for your servitude. Still the gardener serves the tree from her heart and the tree gives to her heart all that he can!

I am planted firmly on the ground and cannot follow you if you walk away from me…. But be assured I will survive. One hundred years later and two of your lifetimes; I will still be there, waiting for you in the same spot to offer you all that I do now.

Stay with me and be my gardener. You cannot get lost in me for we are complementary to each other. I am your devotion, and you give meaning to my existence. Apart we live life and survive; together we bloom eternally!

… As the Master finished his last words the sub cried herself to sleep at his feet. That night, he stood planted there like the Olive tree offering her his unconditional love and protection as she slept. As she would tend to him with her devotion the next day… and everyday thereafter!

*a friend of mine showed me this story once and brought me to tears.. thank You for letting me post it.. I know it isn’t the tree You imagined but I thought the image was just as deep*  I thought this would be a better image for this took me forever to find where the story went to..

Cite Arrow reblogged from lilibethsdeepestdesires