Under Your Spell.

Glance back when you leave, a peek over your shoulder, you’ll find me waiting.

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.

I don’t know how to answer. I know what I think, but words in the head are like voices underwater. They are distorted.

“Whatever relationships you have attracted in your life at this moment, are precisely the ones you need in your life at this moment. There is a hidden meaning behind all events, and this hidden meaning is serving your own evolution.”

“To laugh often and much; to win the respect of intelligent people and the affection of children; to earn the appreciation of honest critics and endure the betrayal of false friends; to appreciate beauty; to find the best in others; to leave the world a bit better, whether by a healthy child, a garden patch or a redeemed social condition; to know that even one life has breathed easier because you have lived. This is to have succeeded.”

How dangerous,” she thought, “to finally have something worth losing.

Feel really good about you and you will attract more people, circumstances and events that will make you feel good.

Sometimes you just have to turn your back and walk away, whether you’re walking out on your friends, or the love of your life. Sometimes letting go and moving on is the hardest thing to do, but the best thing in the end.

Do you want happiness in life? Then remember this: never be beggars of love, always be a donor of it.