#soulmates

Soul Mates I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence. ↗

— Lang Leav

#love

You have half our gifts. I the other. Together we make a whole. Together we are much more powerful. ↗

— Joss Stirling

#sky #soulmates #soulmates

What do you think of all this, darlin’? Will you be my soul mate? ↗

— Ann Macela

#magic #soulmates #love

It was a love that was not a contract but an affection of the soul. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#marriage #soulmates #love

One day, all those who love in the society of Auld Lang Syne shall meet again. In the New City of the Burning Heart, there, the veil will drop. The arc of the seas shall finally know the skies. Day and night shall end. The clock tower will crumble. Time shall fly to the place of no more. For we were born for meaning. We were born to love. There, we shall all be together with all the lovelies ever known who chose mercy and kindness amidst the forget-me-nots and the countless stars. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#love #music #revelation #soulmates #inspirational

Where are you, oh heart, which I loved from the start? Did you ever arrive? How long must we stay apart? ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#love #soulmates #love

Be patient, child!” said the Music. “But she will forget me.” “Do not worry, child. I am there. I shall not forget.”And she stared out at the planets and gentle stars and the galaxies and became forlorn for she had known a special love.“The Universe is so large, just look at it!” she cried. “Believe.” The Music sang. ↗

— David Paul Kirkpatrick

#love #soulmates #love

Inhale when I inhale. Exhale when I exhale. Breathe with me,for two beating hearts breathing one breath together become one. ↗

— Christina Westover

#inspiration #literary-quote #love #mainstream-fiction #poisoning-sylvie

I love you, he thought, looking at Win. I love every part of you, every thought and word...the entire complex, fascinating bundle of all the things you are. I want you with ten different kinds of need at once. I love all the seasons of you, the way you are now, the thought of how much more beautiful you'll be in the decades to come. I love you for being the answer to every question my heart could ask. And it seemed so easy, once he capitulated. It seemed natural and right. Kev wasn't certain if he was surrendering to Win or to his own passion for her. Only that there was no more holding back. He would take her. And he would give her everything he had, every part of his soul, even the broken pieces. ↗

— Lisa Kleypas

#longing #love #merripen #passion #soulmates

I might like to have someone courting me. But it would have to be someone who is a square shooter and who has a train load of courage. And it would have to be someone who doesn't have to talk down to folks to feel good, or to tell a person they are worthless ifthey just made a mistake. And he'd have to be not too thin. Why, I remember hugging [my brother] Ernest was like warpping your arms around a fence post,and I love Ernest, but I want a man who can hold me down in a wind. Maybe he'd have to be pretty stubborn. I don't have any use for a man that isn't stubborn. Likely a stubborn fellow will stay with you through thick and thin, and a spineless one will take off, or let his heart wander. ↗

— Nancy E. Turner

#courage