Og Mandino

Always do your best. What you plant now, you will harvest later.

I’m fine with the ups and downs in our story as long as the theme is love.

Love conquers all things except poverty and toothache!

Trust. Above all, I ask for trust. You won’t know every thought that crosses my mind, but just know that they’re all for us.

Love those you hate you.

Spread love everywhere you go let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

The choice to follow love through to its completion is the choice to seek completion within ourselves. The point at which we shut down on others is the point at which we shut down on life.

Love is not liking somebody. Anyone can do that. Love is loving things that sometimes you don’t like.

To me, obligation is not love. Letting someone be open, honest and free – that’s love. It’s got to come natural and it’s got to be real.

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.

I thought that true love was a just fairytale but I have it and it’s pretty amazing.

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.

They are different now than they were. My mother never had to say she was a queen to be one. I instinctively knew. So it makes sense now that I am sorely confused by the women who try to convince me with words.

Love comes when manipulation stops; when you think more about the other person than about his or her reactions to you. When you dare to reveal yourself fully. When you dare to be vulnerable.

“Any love makes us vulnerable. Whatever we love will give the gift of pain somewhere along the road. But who would live sealed in spiritual cellophane just to keep from ever being hurt? There are a few people like that. I’m sorry for them. I think they are as good as dead.” – Gladys Bagg Taber

I’ve always loved you, and when you love someone, you love the whole person, just as he or she is, and not as you would like them to be.