the pindiaries

March 20, 2013 5:04 pm

I have no definition of love, but this comes close to being the healthiest one I’ve heard. “Perhaps Love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.” Not to whom I want you to be, but to who you are.

Leo Buscagalia, Ph.D.

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March 18, 2013 6:29 pm

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February 20, 2013 12:38 pm

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February 5, 2013 8:05 am

This.

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February 5, 2013 8:02 am

“It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.”

Jon Blais

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January 5, 2013 5:02 pm

Brunch with my girlfriends. Love mornings like this.

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December 12, 2012 10:54 am

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December 5, 2012 5:48 pm

Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.

Anais Nin

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December 3, 2012 8:52 am

I have a love/hate relationship with early morning flights. Sunrise this AM.

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November 24, 2012 12:16 am

I have been here before,
But when or how I cannot tell;
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen of smell,
the sighing sound, the lights around the shore.
You have been mine before —
How long ago I may not know:
But just when at that swallow’s soar
Your neck turned so,
Some veil did fall — I knew it all of yore.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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