Tarryn Fisher

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

Love, though said to be afflicted with blindness, is a vigilant watchman.

You don’t measure love in time. You measure love in transformation. Sometimes the longest connections yield little growth, while the briefest of encounters change everything. The heart doesn’t wear a watch.

Sometimes I feel like a kid wanting nothing more than to squeeze you tight and call you mine.

To be fully seen by somebody, then and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.

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.

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

I stopped believing in love at first sight. I think you go through that wonderful love stage, but when it gets hard, you need a little bit more.

The opposite of love isn’t hate. It isn’t even indifference. It’s fear.

Love. The reason I dislike that word is that it means too much for me, far more than you can understand. (Anna Karenina)

I’m searching for something that I can’t reach.

Love is not something we give or get; it is something that we nurture and grow, a connection that can only be cultivated between two people when it exists within each one of them-we can only love others as much as we love ourselves.

I’m well acquainted with villains that live in my head.

Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else is there, it isn’t enough.

When you make loving others the story of your life, there’s never a final chapter, because the legacy continues. You lend your light to one person, and he or she shines it on another and another and another. And I know for sure that in the final analysis of our lives- when the to-do lists are no more, when the frenzy is finished, when our e-mail inboxes are empty- the only thing that will have any lasting value is whether we’ve loved others and whether they’ve loved us.