Eloise Falcone > Eloise's Quotes

“I love you with everything I am, everything I've been, and everything I hope to be. I love you with my past, and I love you for my future. I love you for the children we'll have and for the years we'll have together. I love you for every one of my smiles and even more, for every one of your smiles.”
― Julia quinn, Romancing Mister Bridgerton

“Do I look like a mess?” she asked.
He nodded. “But you’re my mess,” he whispered.”
― Julia Quinn, Romancing Mister Bridgerton

“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.”
― Marilyn Monroe

“It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.”
― Friedrich Nietzsche

“Love all, trust a few,
Do wrong to none: be able for thine enemy
Rather in power than use; and keep thy friend
Under thy own life's key: be check'd for silence,
But never tax'd for speech.”
― William Shakespeare, All's Well That Ends Well

“Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.”
― Lao Tzu

“And now here is my secret, a very simple secret: It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.”
― Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince

“Be mindful. Be grateful. Be positive. Be true. Be kind.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

“More smiling, less worrying. More compassion, less judgment. More blessed, less stressed. More love, less hate.”
― Roy T. Bennett, The Light in the Heart

“For me, trees have always been the most penetrating preachers. I revere them when they live in tribes and families, in forests and groves. And even more I revere them when they stand alone. They are like lonely persons. Not like hermits who have stolen away out of some weakness, but like great, solitary men, like Beethoven and Nietzsche. In their highest boughs the world rustles, their roots rest in infinity; but they do not lose themselves there, they struggle with all the force of their lives for one thing only: to fulfil themselves according to their own laws, to build up their own form, to represent themselves. Nothing is holier, nothing is more exemplary than a beautiful, strong tree. When a tree is cut down and reveals its naked death-wound to the sun, one can read its whole history in the luminous, inscribed disk of its trunk: in the rings of its years, its scars, all the struggle, all the suffering, all the sickness, all the happiness and prosperity stand truly written, the narrow years and the luxurious years, the attacks withstood, the storms endured. And every young farmboy knows that the hardest and noblest wood has the narrowest rings, that high on the mountains and in continuing danger the most indestructible, the strongest, the ideal trees grow.

Trees are sanctuaries. Whoever knows how to speak to them, whoever knows how to listen to them, can learn the truth. They do not preach learning and precepts, they preach, undeterred by particulars, the ancient law of life.

A tree says: A kernel is hidden in me, a spark, a thought, I am life from eternal life. The attempt and the risk that the eternal mother took with me is unique, unique the form and veins of my skin, unique the smallest play of leaves in my branches and the smallest scar on my bark. I was made to form and reveal the eternal in my smallest special detail.

A tree says: My strength is trust. I know nothing about my fathers, I know nothing about the thousand children that every year spring out of me. I live out the secret of my seed to the very end, and I care for nothing else. I trust that God is in me. I trust that my labor is holy. Out of this trust I live.

When we are stricken and cannot bear our lives any longer, then a tree has something to say to us: Be still! Be still! Look at me! Life is not easy, life is not difficult. Those are childish thoughts. Let God speak within you, and your thoughts will grow silent. You are anxious because your path leads away from mother and home. But every step and every day lead you back again to the mother. Home is neither here nor there. Home is within you, or home is nowhere at all.

A longing to wander tears my heart when I hear trees rustling in the wind at evening. If one listens to them silently for a long time, this longing reveals its kernel, its meaning. It is not so much a matter of escaping from one's suffering, though it may seem to be so. It is a longing for home, for a memory of the mother, for new metaphors for life. It leads home. Every path leads homeward, every step is birth, every step is death, every grave is mother.

So the tree rustles in the evening, when we stand uneasy before our own childish thoughts: Trees have long thoughts, long-breathing and restful, just as they have longer lives than ours. They are wiser than we are, as long as we do not listen to them. But when we have learned how to listen to trees, then the brevity and the quickness and the childlike hastiness of our thoughts achieve an incomparable joy. Whoever has learned how to listen to trees no longer wants to be a tree. He wants to be nothing except what he is. That is home. That is happiness.”
― Herman Hesse, Bäume: Betrachtungen und Gedichte

“Make your own Bible. Select and collect all the words and sentences that in all your readings have been to you like the blast of a trumpet.”
― Ralph Waldo Emerson

“Always, I sensed the difference between others and myself in the power of my emotions, and felt ashamed that I was less calm than Mary, and less able than George to view matters with level-headedness. It was so difficult for me. I was too easily carried away and wished to hide this, for expression of feelings always drew frowns or gasps, and was generally viewed as something base and common, as well as inappropriate. I prayed often that God might make me good.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Calm yourself. Calm yourself . . . ”
In time I do, and I move forward.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Sympathy toward me would demand self examination and the questioning of their values, with the discomfort that brings. Their
hearts were not large enough to withstand that kind of scrutiny.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Ill-fortune carries with it a stench and leaves a wide berth around its victims,”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“When we hate each other, we hate with strong passion. It comes, I see, and it goes. I see also that, even in the worst of these situations, we
have still chosen to be together, and always manage to find a way to bring it about. We have a stronger need to be together, even fighting and hating, than we have to be at peace, apart.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“What you hear of me is more a reflection of the speaker than the woman spoken of, especially with regard to my motives. No one can speak for another’s heart. Certainly no one ever spoke with accuracy for mine!”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“He is my soul mate. There are such things, and he is mine. There are bonds stronger than death or marriage vows, and we are bound in such a way.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“One cannot successfully face an enemy while one is questioning one’s own worth, and presuming the enemy is worth more.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“I no longer believed in the idea of soul mates, or love at first sight. But I was beginning to believe that a very few times in your life, if you were lucky, you might meet someone who was exactly right for you. Not because he was perfect, or because you were, but because your combined flaws were arranged in a way that allowed two separate beings to hinge together.”
― Lisa Kleypas, Blue-Eyed Devil

“Indifference and neglect often do much more damage than outright dislike.”
― J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix

“The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.”
― Carl Gustav Jung

“Had I no limbs to walk to him, I would crawl.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“I had more emotion than I had room for. I had no place to put the pain.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Vanity often roots itself in insecurity”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“I was deeply wounded and knew not how to be wounded without dramatically reacting to the pain, or hiding it.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Men who speak loudly about their “conquests” most assuredly have little to claim.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Betrayal of trust is, by far, the very cruelest sin of all.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Children always grow faster than their parents’ image of them.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn

“Truth, after all, does not ask for our permission or
require our concurrence. It simply is. With or without us.”
― Nell Gavin, Threads: The Reincarnation of Anne Boleyn