Richard Bach

Sooner or later, those who win are those who think they can.

Respect for sovereignity, for privacy, for total independence. Gentle alliances against loneliness, they were, cool rational love-affairs without the love.

A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks.

What the caterpillar calls the end of the world, the master calls a butterfly.

Argue for your limitations and, sure enough, they’re yours.

The world’s crazy, when it comes to beauty.

Love is the free exercise of choice. Two people love each other only when they are quite capable of living without each other but choose to live with each other.

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?

We may tell ourselves that love is not really available. But the deeper truth is that we don’t entirely trust it, and therefore have a hard time fully opening to it or letting it all the way into us. This disconnects us from our own heart, exacerbating our sense of love’s scarcity.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees for a hundred miles through the desert repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves.

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

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.

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it’s cracked up to be. That’s why people are so cynical about it. It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don’t risk anything, you risk even more.

Love is the flower you’ve got to let grow.

The love we shared is a paper town on a map we drew ourselves, drunk and fucked and needing to be more than we were.

What greater thing is there for two human souls than to feel that they are joined to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.

I’m a wanderess, I’m a one night stand. Don’t belong to no city, don’t belong to no man.