Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are.Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two.
- Captain Corelli's Mandolin -I Want Everyone To Stop Judging Others. Stop Hating. Realize That We Are All Beautiful In Our Own Ways & We Shouldn't Have To Answer To Anyone Who Thinks Otherwise. I Am Very Passionate About Body Image & Helping The World See Beauty In All Shapes & Forms. We Are All Born For Different Reasons, Therefore We Musn't All Be The Same Kind Of Person. I Want Everyone To Just Be Themselves And Tell Anyone To Fuck Off If They Say Otherwise!! *Mia Tyler*A women is often measured by the things she cannot control.
She is measured by the way her body curves or doesn't curve, by where she is flat or straight or round.
She is measured by 36-24-36 and inches & ages and numbers, by all the outside things that don't ever add up to who she is on the inside.
And so if a women is to be measured, let her be measured by the things she can control; by who she is & who she is trying to become.
Because as every women knows, measurements are only statistics & statistics lie.
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