185 Quotes by Atticus Poetry

My loneliness loves the rain.

Words will scratch more hearts than swords.

True love comes when you lose where you end and they begin and the atoms in your souls forget where they belong and slowly you become pieces of each other too close now.

She was afraid of heights but she was much more afraid of never flying.

She had just enough madness to make her interesting.

To be alive is the strange and wondrous miracle we forget.

Obsession is not love, infatuation is not love, when someone ignores you or treats you poorly, carelessly, or with indifference that’s not love – that’s a lack of love, for yourself, for trying to fill your missing pieces with theirs but when someone is whole and you are whole and you act in kindness and benevolence, vulnerability through strength, love becomes an exchange with another person – and that is its truest form.

She made gentle the wild oceans of my soul.

All she wanted was that cozy love the kind that felt like hot chocolate, rainstorms or wood fires in small houses. Hard to describe but you know when you got it.