#loved

Because it was all I wanted to fucking know. It was all I wanted to know in this fucking world: where did the beautiful boys go? Where did the beautiful boys go? Where the hell did they go? ↗

— Brendan Cowell

#suicide #waste-of-life #beauty

I didn’t think while I drew. The pencil flew across the page making marks, almost as if it had a mind of its own. Often times I didn’t know what it was going to be until it was completed. The cemetery was still with only a few birds calling off in the distance from time to time. When I finished I was not at all surprised by what had taken form on my paper. It was a portrait of my dad. He was sitting behind the tombstone, using it as a desk, his laptop open in front of him. He wore a peaceful smile. I smiled, too, as another tear fell. ↗

— Marysue G. Hobika

#drawing #death

There came a moment in this journey when I freely realized that the lives most of lead are small. Important, but small. Our radius reaches family, clients, friends for whom we do selfless and amazing feats. But our sphere of influence is local.... So our illnesses/deaths are small, too. Not unimportant. Just local in nature... - 209 ↗

— Robin Romm

#death-of-a-loved-one #grief-inspirational #death

The place where you continually return for love and acceptance - that's home. ↗

— Richelle E. Goodrich

#home #love #loved #return #richelle

I saw the sunset-colored sands, The Nile like flowing fire between, Where Rameses stares forth serene, And Ammon's heavy temple stands. I saw the rocks where long ago, Above the sea that cries and breaks, Swift Perseus with Medusa's snakes Set free the maiden white like snow. And many skies have covered me, And many winds have blown me forth, And I have loved the green, bright north, And I have loved the cold, sweet sea. But what to me are north and south, And what the lure of many lands, Since you have leaned to catch my hands And lay a kiss upon my mouth. ↗

— Sara Teasdale

#lands #loved #the-wanderer #love

Ah, Catylast, can it be that you do not see all the changes you have made? Some by your resignation and acceptance of circumstance, some by your wild struggles. You say that you hate change, but you *are* change. The Fool in Fool's Fate ↗

— Robin Hobb

#catalyst #robin-hobb #the-fool #change

To be loved is to be fortunate, but to be hated is to achieve distinction. ↗

— Minna Antrim

#distinction #fortunate #hated #loved

He'd done all he could. But choosing to lovingly care for her was like steering a plane into a mountain as gently as possible. The crash is imminent; it's how you spend your time on the way down that counts. ↗

— Jamie Ford

#love

To have our needs met, to love, to be loved, to feel safe in this world and to each know our purpose, is a simple matter of creating those blessings for others. ↗

— Bryant McGill

#love #purpose-of-living #safe #to-be-loved #love

Our loved ones are always with us whether they are of the flesh or of the spirit. ↗

— Lynn Hubbard

#loved-ones #spirit #love