Love in its Seasons
Love, like the seasons, finds solace in both blooming and fading, yet its eternal essence lingers within the depths of the heart—forever entwined.
Love Is Me
“I’ve never really been able to define love or explain love or experience a love that didn’t hurt.”
The Art of Loving Well
“I’ve begun to appreciate acts of love and moments of pure connection as they happen.”
The Purest Love
“This love I have for you is a pure one that I often struggle to express; with you, I struggle to be vulnerable, to dare greatly, and to trust that what I have to give is enough. It’s the pureness of a Mother’s love coded into my soul from the Divine Himself.”
Thinking on the Page: “Love”
“I wonder if being in a romantic relationship is the unquestioned prerequisite to being accepted-then-respected in most societies. It's almost to say that if you're "with" someone, you must somehow be lovable, or at least likable.”
"I need to see my own beauty and to continue to be reminded that I am enough, that I am worthy of love without effort, that I am beautiful, that the texture of my hair and that the shape of my curves, the size of my lips, the color of my skin, and the feelings that I have are all worthy and okay."
— Tracee Ellis Ross