Book of Quotes
by marviebenti
A Stroll
After ten years, here we are. Standing at the crossroads of our lives.
"I understand how I can easily become disinterested. But maybe that's what it is… why the attraction to other people lost its taste because I was and still am pining for that one - the one who never knew how I loved her so," she continues to keep in step beside me in silence. "And that someone is you," I tell her as we continue to lazily stroll along a well-worn and familiar path. The scent of pine fills the air and I feel a little at ease at unburdening myself; but her momentary silence makes anxiety to start clawing at me.
"I knew, you know," she finally says as we come to a stop under one of the trees that dotted the path. "At least, I had an idea. Your actions always spoke louder than your words ever could," she adds with a small, shy smile. "And a part of me is still scared of the uncertainty that someday, you will stop."
We both look at each other sadly then. Maybe we were both thinking how stupid we've been and how wasteful it was to let the years slip by.
"So, what do we do now?" I ask as I struggle to hold her gaze. She quirks her brow. "That is a good question," she says then takes a single step so that she's ahead of me. She slowly turns around, her hair billows in the nightly gale.
"Would you like some coffee?" she asks, inclining her head slightly and raising her brow.
It is my turn to smile at her. "Always," I started then impulsively reach for her hand. "Or maybe we can start with a movie?" I add as I lead her on as we resume our lazy stroll.
Let me tell you a little story.
even if it doesn't get you anywhere at times, or goes unappreciated, continue to be kind. always.
it’s not all smooth sailing in life. there are rainy days and stormy seas. find your safe harbor, and drop your anchor.
sometimes i just smile to cover up the pain. sometime i laugh to cover up my sadness. but whether i smiale or laugh, i can never hide what i really feel inside. sakit pa lang tumawa pag nasasaktan ka.
— anonymous
love can't be always measured by how long you wait... it's all about how well you understand why you are waiting
— anonymous
sometimes, you’ll hear a more sincere prayer in a hospital chapel than in the grandest cathedrals
in the end, they were just that - tales... fairy tales... but aren’t we all fairy tales looking for our own happy endings?
yours is the only opinion i trust. the only point of view that holds even the faintest interest. i find my diversions as i always do... but the days are long in these grey place. i dearly hope you'll write soon. ever yours,
— Jamie Moriarty, Elementary
your presence has the luminance of a thousand lanterns that brought light to my otherwise dark space
... and maybe that's what it is, why the attraction to other people lost its taste because you were still pining for that one - the one, who never knew how you loved her so.
the world is so big right? imagine, seven billion people, seven continents and over a hundred countries. but how did we meet? that's what we call god's plan and i love it!
— anonymous
many years from now, i'd be so old. i might forget you. i might forget even knowing you or might forget that once in our lives we've met... yeah i might... but i won't
— anonymous
and that terrifies you more than anything - that you care too much, too soon and when you stop, it's so sudden and absolute
it is not a waste of time. you will never ever be a waste of time. for a person who truly cherishes you, you are worth waiting for