Gladys Bagg Taber

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.

To get rid of an enemy one must love him.

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

I believe we’re all in denial about the people we love.

What’s my hand without your heart to hold?

Love is real, love is pure, you only take what you give and give what you take. At its purest it is real. No pretending.

To the people who love you, you are beautiful already. This is not because they’re blind to your shortcomings but because they so clearly see your soul. Your shortcomings then dim by comparison. The people who care about you are willing to let you be imperfect and beautiful, too.

All we do is drive. All we do is think about the feelings that we hide.

When you plant a seed of love, it is you that blossoms.

You know you’re in love when you can’t fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.

My love rumbles like the sternum of a lion. Be mindful of the beast you stir up.

They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill, what never dies. Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same Divine Principle; the Root and Record of their Friendship. If Absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but Crossing the World, as Friends do the Seas; They live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is Omnipresent. In this Divine Glass, they see Face to Face; and their Converse is Free, as well as Pure. This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may be said to Die, yet their Friendship and Society are, in the best Sense, ever present, because Immortal.

Only snails know there is no rush when you learn to carry home with you.

I’m bad at love, but you can’t blame me for tryin’.

When you fall in love, you wanna share it with people but you know there are some things that you need to keep to yourself, ’cause privacy makes things last longer, I feel.