FEARLESS is getting back up and fighting for what you want over and over again....even though every time you've tried before you've lost.
Dance as though no one is watching. Love as though you've never been hurt. Sing as though no one can hear you. Live as though heaven is on earth.
Everybody has flaws, and every country has flaws. But you can still love something even though you know it's been so wrong before, and sometimes is now, and probably will be again.
Sometimes I wonder if, instead of falling madly in love, we should aspire to fall sanely in love. But then, what would be the point?
I used to love the idea of being in love, even though I hadn't been in love before.
A guy who is crazily, madly in love with you. A guy who sees how incredible and amazing you are, even though you’re not the cheerleader or even close to the prettiest girl in the school. A guy who thinks you’re beautiful, just the way you are.
Yet if we are to live fully, we must love as though we've never been hurt, dream as though our hopes have never been dashed, and take steps toward the future as though life has never given us pain.
Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is There's no-one else to blame.
I think that it’s fearless to fall for your best friend, even though he’s in love with someone else.
But who can distinguish between falling in love and imagining falling in love? Even genuinely falling in love is an act of the imagination.
Our secret desire as women is to have a guy who falls madly in love with us even though we're incredibly opinionated or we're not the sort of normal, polite, poised woman.
I didn’t fall in love with James. Falling sounds like an accident. Falling hurts. I’d fallen in love with Michael, fallen hard like slipping off a cliff and hitting the rocks below. Falling in love was something I’d vowed never to do again. I chose to love James.
My 2016 was basically spent covering Donald Trump and falling madly in love with James Fletcher.
The leaves are falling, falling as from way off, as though far gardens withered in the skies; they are falling with denying gestures. And in the nights the heavy earth is falling from all the stars down into loneliness. We all are falling. This hand falls. And look at others: it is in them all. And yet there is one who holds this falling endlessly gently in his hands.
Being hurt is a pesky part of being human. You are bound to meet people who will hurt you again and again. Instead of asking them why again and again, ask yourself why you let them again and again. As Mahatma Gandhi once said, "Nobody can hurt you without your permission."
The problem with falling in love is falling back out of it again, usually because you've fallen in love with a lie. That happens as often as not.