Laurel Dixon

23. Writer in training. Poetry, fiction, coffee. Cat person. Bisexual.


Woman reading c.1912, by  Karl Alexander Wilke 


Woman reading c.1912, by  Karl Alexander Wilke 

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In fact a mature person does not fall in love, he rises in love. The word ’fall’ is not right. Only immature people fall; they stumble and fall down in love. Somehow they were managing and standing. They cannot manage and they cannot stand – they find a woman and they are gone, they find a man and they are gone. They were always ready to fall on the ground and to creep. They don’t have the backbone, the spine; they don’t have that integrity to stand alone.
A mature person has the integrity to be alone. And when a mature person gives love, he gives without any strings attached to it: he simply gives. And when a mature person gives love, he feels grateful that you have accepted his love, not vice versa. He does not expect you to be thankful for it – no, not at all, he does not even need your thanks. He thanks you for accepting his love. And when two mature persons are in love, one of the greatest paradoxes of life happens, one of the most beautiful phenomena: they are together and yet tremendously alone; they are together so much so that they are almost one. But their oneness does not destroy their individuality, in fact, it enhances it: they become more individual.

Two mature persons in love help each other to become more free. There is no politics involved, no diplomacy, no effort to dominate. How can you dominate the person you love? Just think over it. Domination is a sort of hatred, anger, enmity. How can you think of dominating a person you love? You would love to see the person totally free, independent; you will give him more individuality. That’s why I call it the greatest paradox: they are together so much so that they are almost one, but still in that oneness they are individuals. Their individualities are not effaced – they have become more enhanced. The other has enriched them as far as their freedom is concerned.

Immature people falling in love destroy each other’s freedom, create a bondage, make a prison. Mature persons in love help each other to be free; they help each other to destroy all sorts of bondages. And when love flows with freedom there is beauty. When love flows with dependence there is ugliness.

—   Osho (via awelltraveledwoman)

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“As I kissed her the heat of her body increased, and it exhaled a wild, untamed fragrance.”

—   Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, Memories of My Melancholy Whores (via wordsnquotes)

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“Their cool cheeks and warm lips met in the crisp darkness.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald, At Your Age (via fitzgeraldquotes)

“He held her hand and she gave him such a look that he whispered her name aloud.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Diamond As Big As The Ritz (via fitzgeraldquotes)

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“Another’s. She will be another’s. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.”

—   Tonight I Can Write- Pablo Neruda  (via lovely—delight)

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“Her sigh was tender and enchanting, like the wind outside a wood in the evening.”

—   Virginia Woolf, Mrs Dalloway.  (via lovely—delight)

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“Your eyes become green instead
of oceanic emerald. You transform
into a man born to break promises, not a ship,
not a harbor, not a home.”


Laurel Dixon, The Give

Writing again.