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I was just bony hands, as cold as a winter pole. You held a warm stone out; new flowing blood to hold. Oh, what a contrast you were to brutes in the hall. My timid young fingers held a decent animal.


If you be my boat I'll be your sea.
My name is Kaysea Chevi E. I am 18 years young I am a Senior at Nevada Union . My favorite color is blue and I have worked at Rite Aid for over two years now. I feel like my life is flying by and I still don't know who I am. I like to sing, dance, and go on adventures. Jesus is a major piece of my life that I am no longer willing to give up. I like to eat ice cream even when its cold and I will sleep anywhere if I am tired enough. I laugh at almost everything because I believe laughter is the BEST medicine. I model with Creative Talent & Models Inc. I would like to pursue that and singing as my career. I will shortly be attending college at Butte in Chico and I am really excited but also VERY nervous.
The Fourtunate
do everything in love. 1 corinthians 16:14
"But you, O Lord, are a shield around me; you are my glory, the one who holds my head high. I cried out to the Lord, and he answered me from his holy mountain. I lay down and slept, yet I woke up in safety, for the Lord was watching over me. I am not afraid of ten thousand enemies who surround me on every side. Answer me when I call to you O God who declares me innocent. Free me from my troubles. Have mercy on me and hear my prayer. How long will people ruin my reputation? How long will you make groundless accusations? How long will you continue your lies? You can be sure of this: The Lord set apart the godly for himself. The Lord will answer when I call to him." Psalms 3:3-6, 4:1-3
A failed marriage is the most humiliating confirmation of the transitory seduction of the flesh. Lovers can explore every line, every curve and hollow, of the beloved’s body, can together reach the height of inexpressible ecstasy; yet how little it matters when love or lust at last dies and we are left with disputed possessions, lawyers’ bills, the sad detritus of the lumber-room, when the house chosen, furnished, possessed with enthusiasm and hope has become a prison, when faces are set in lines of peevish resentment and bodies no longer desired are observed in all their imperfections with a dispassionate and disenchanted eye. –PD James, The Children of Men
I couldn’t allow myself to think about her very long; if I had I would have jumped off the bridge. It’s strange. I had become so reconciled to this life without her, and yet if I thought about her only for a minute it was enough to pierce the bone and marrow of my contentment and shove me back again into the agonizing gutter of my wretched past. –Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
How many thousand times, in walking through the streets at night, have I wondered if the day would ever come again when she would be at my side: all those yearning looks I bestowed on the buildings and statues, I had looked at them so hungrily, so desperately, that by now my thoughts must have become a part of the very buildings and statues, they must be saturated with my anguish. –ditto
Maybe true love isn’t meant to happen right now or ever, but that doesn’t mean that we should stick our unique, wonderful, quirky true selves on ice as we wait for that love to appear. –JLB
This that is tormented and very tired, tortured with restraints like a madman, this heart. –Rumi, an untitled piece in Coleman Barks’s The Essential Rumi
When you give someone your whole heart and he doesn’t want it, you cannot take it back. It’s gone forever. –Sylvia Plath, quoted by Elizabeth Sigmund in “Sylvia in Devon: 1962,” in Edward Butscher’s Sylvia Plath: The Woman and the Work
I don’t know whether you’re young or not. I sort of hope you’re young and sad. If you’re old and happy, I can imagine that you’ll maybe smile to yourself when you hear me going, He broke my heart. You’ll remember listening to music and eating chocolates in your room, or walking along the Embankment on your own, wrapped up in a winter coat and feeling lonely and brave. But can you remember how with every mouthful of food it felt like you were biting into your own stomach? Can you remember the taste of red wine as it came back up and into the toilet bowl? Can you remember dreaming every night that you were still together, that he was talking to you gently and touching you, so that every morning when you woke up you had to go through it all over again? Can you remember carving his initials in your arm with a kitchen knife? Can you remember standing too close to the edge of an Underground platform? –Nick Hornby, A Long Way Down
There’s nothing quite so humbling as thinking you’re completely over someone, then realizing you’re not even close. –Brian Strause, Maybe a Miracle
What I want to know is this: If love’s so great, why do you fall into it? You fall into a puddle. You fall into the mud. You fall into the abyss. –ditto
Sure, love screws everything up. Most stalkers think they’re in love. Mothers who kill their kids talk about how much they love them. Men who beat up their wives, it’s only because they’re so in love. People slowly suffocate each other with love all the time. Love is a weapon we use to hurt the ones we love. –ditto
Falling in love has been greatly overrated. Falling in love consists of 45 percent fear of not being accepted and 45 percent manic hope that this time the fear will be put to shame, and a modest 10 percent frail awareness of the possibility of love.
I don’t fall in love anymore. Just like I don’t get the mumps. –Peter Høeg, Smilla’s Sense of Snow
Why don’t you try to do without him, why don’t you try to live alone? Do you really need his hands for your passion? Do you really need his heart for your throne? Do you need his labor for your baby? Do you need his beast for the bone? Do you need to hold a leash to be a lady? I know that you can make it, you can make it on your own. –Leonard Cohen, “Why Don’t You Try”
To love someone is to isolate him from the world, wipe out every trace of him, dispossess him of his shadow, drag him into a murderous future. It is to circle around the other like a dead star and absorb him into a black light. –Jean Baudrillard, Fatal Strategies
Madame, people very seldom die because they lost someone. I believe they die more often because they haven’t had someone. –Colette
I guess when your heart gets broken, you sort of start to see the cracks in everything. –Janeane Garafalo, in Felicity
If I had had a pistol I would have shot him—either that or fallen at his feet. There is no middle way when one loves. –Lady Troubridge
We really hate this fragile stage, when you’re like a broken window that’s been taped back together, poised to crash back to the floor as soon as the wind blows. You convince yourself you’re good as new when in fact you’re still a mass of shards. It’s so horribly pathetic and yet so brave at the same time. –ditto
"Love of mine, Won't you lay by my side, And rest your weary eyes, Before we're out of time, Give me one last kiss, For soon, such distance, Will stretch between our lips

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