Halsey

I can’t help this awful energy. God damn right, you should be scared of me.

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

You’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece.

I bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.

I’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored.

I know you’re dying to meet me, but I can just tell you this. Baby, as soon as you meet me, you’ll wish that you never did.

I’d tell you how beautiful you look today, but there’s not enough time before sunset to tell how you set fire to a sundress; my mouth is overflowing from yesterday.

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.

We don’t fall in love with people because they’re good people. We fall in love with people whose darkness we recognize. You can fall in love with a person for all of the right reasons, but that kind of love can still fall apart. But when you fall in love with a person because your monsters have found a home in them – that’s the kind of love that owns your skin and bones. Love, I am convinced, is found in the darkness. It is the candle in the night.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else is there, it isn’t enough.

I’m standing in the ashes of who I used to be.

Love alone is capable of uniting living beings in such a way as to complete and fulfill them, for it alone takes them and joins them by what is deepest in themselves.

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

To live is like to love – all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.

My father, soft as rainclouds, my mother, hard as hail, prepared me to take the world by storm.

There is no remedy for love, but to love more.

Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved’s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?

And now my neck is open wide, begging for a fist around it. Already choking on my pride, so there’s no use crying about it.

I have you in one world, but I need you in two: the hands and the heart, just one won’t do.

I have never had trouble to love others, but loving myself was difficult. For years I didn’t like myself, so how could I love myself. It has taken time, and still there is a way to go, but I can say, not only do I like myself, but also care about myself enough to start loving myself too.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise, we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.