You trap yourself sometimes, by thinking desire and need is love. Love is something far more precious, but something far more fragile. As fragile as one of our tiniest, most intricate, most delicately crafted toys. Hold on to it too tightly, and it will crumble on your fingers, but hold on to it loosely, and the wind might blow it away and shatter it on the cold ground. Listen to the voice comes from your heart, but be absolutely sure the voice comes from your heart.
Virginia C. AndrewsMine are the deep-seated fears established when we are children, and they never quite go away: the fear of being helpless, the fear of being trapped, the fear of being out of control.
Virginia C. AndrewsLove โฆ I put so much faith in it. Truth โฆ I kept believing it falls always from the lips of the one you love and trust the most. Faith โฆ itโs all bound up to love and trust. Where does one end and the other start, and how do you tell when love is the blindest of all?
Virginia C. Andrews