Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

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

Who, being loved, is poor?

I have simply found a way of loving through whatever absences or dejections have fallen like tree branches in my path.

Barack and I were both raised by families who didn’t have much in the way of money or material possessions but who had given us something far more valuable – their unconditional love, their unflinching sacrifice, and the chance to go places they had never imagined for themselves.

Rather than love, than money, than fame, give me truth.

I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.

Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learned here.

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

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

It doesn’t matter if you have a valentine or not – just love yourself and be your own.

When I told you I wasn’t in love, I lied.

Perhaps love is the process of my leading you gently back to yourself.

If you love someone set them free. If they come back, they’re yours; if they don’t, they never were.