Beau Taplin Quotes

A relationship should not be measured in months or years. It's the calibre of the memories that matter. Their impact, their permanence, and the degree to which they change you. I've had relationships lasting years I can now scarcely recollect, and hours with others that feel like infinities.

I've always been enchanted by the endings of things. Series finales and sunsets. Last paragraphs and encores. I think for the way they remind me that losing something you love isn't always sad and heartbreaking, but sometimes breathtaking and beautiful.

The difference between an ordinary life and an extraordinary life is only a matter of perspective. Pull the blinds. Look around you. It is a mad, mad world and you do not require ten digit bank accounts to immerse yourself in it. Travel down dusty roads without a destination in mind. Climb a mountain and scream out into the void. Kiss the hell out of a stranger. Skinny dip in a lake. Get lost and lose yourself (they are two separate things). Explore the wilderness (especially the one within). Think less of destiny and more of the moment right here. Because when you are old and ill with your loved ones around you, fame won't matter, nor will the extent of your wealth. You are the sum of the stories you can tell.

and i've learned to love loneliness because unlike you it never leaves

Some goodbyes are not ends but releases.

Our tragedy is that
we want who we can't have,
grow disinterested
in those we do,
and no matter how
painful the time
we shared with them was,
we inevitably long
for those whom we lose.

if we knew then what we know now.

If you have to lose yourself to please your partner, you're with the wrong person.

Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognisable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.

She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, bit because she continued on despite them.

Sometimes, home has a heartbeat

I had learned even loneliness could leave an absence if it had lived in you long enough.

Be careful. There are people out there who will look at your love only as a place to put their pain.

In the night, I am kept awake by the endless chatter of my inner self. I hear it speak softly of old hurts and fondly of past loves, while its demands and anxieties resound throughout me in multitudes.
I could be calm and composed all day long, but the moment it is dark, my mind riots.

The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you're either on top of the world, or under it.

Falling for a person isn't a process. You can't plan for it in advance, or anticipate its arrival. Love strikes in single moments. Anywhere. Anytime. Some day you catch them gardening in the sun, or singing dreadfully in the shower, and you think, Oh, I could spend all my life with you

Some night i wonder if the stars watch us the same way we watch them.other nights i think of you and im sure of it

You were a risk, a mistery, and the most certain thing I'd ever known.

Everyone you meet has a part to play in your story. And while some may take a chapter, others a paragraph, and most will be no more than scribbled notes in the margins, someday, you'll meet someone who will become so integral to your life, you'll put their name in the title.

Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it.

Love is neither owed nor earned. It either is or it's not. I gave you the world. But you wanted the stars.

The act of you leaving was just the full stop at the end of a terrible sentence. Fact is, I lost you long before you ever left.

Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.

A memory
can be a
marvelous getaway
but you must
never make
a home there.

I wanted to be devoured.

Softness is not weakness. It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.

I tend to be most interested in the kinds of people that don't sweeten or dilute themselves for the sake of people's tastes.Who never soften the blow for who they are.I prefer the people that i connect with to be full strength and searing hot. And able to rouse my weary,idle heart.

The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you've stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it's all yours. Believe me, you're in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.

you are, always were, worth coming apart for

Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others, find it in a person.

Sunsets are proof that endings can often be beautiful too.

I think the beating in our hearts was put there to remind us that even when we are alone in the world, we march on. That even in the enormous dark and quiet, we always have someone to lean on, to embrace and turn to. That even when we have no one else, we always have ourselves.

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest - thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you're miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

No, I do not want to be loved unconditionally. I want to be shown when I am treating you less than you deserve. I want you to leave if I ever start making you promises I do not see through. Love me for my flaws, yes, but don't you dare ever allow them to hurt you.

I'm tired of trying to fill up my empty spaces with things I don't need and people I don't like.

I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured.

Maps

What I loved most about us
was the way we could lose ourselves
in each other
over and over
and still
never know the way.
You always felt like
a place I'd never been.

I think I keep telling myself
you never loved me at all
because it is far less terrifying
a prospect than the possibility
you did, you really, truly
did, but all of a sudden, and for
no particular reason,
you woke up one day and stopped.

Unstoppable not because she ...

I want to fall to sleep with you,
and I could care less
whether it is in
layers upon layers
of clothing
or only our skin -
all I really want is to wake up
not knowing
where I end and you begin.

I cannot stand the words Get over it. All of us are under such pressure to put our problems in the past tense. Slow down. Don't allow others to hurry your healing. It is a process, one that may take years, occasionally, even a lifetime - and that's OK.

I will never ask you to fight for me. I have neither the insecurity nor the arrogance to believe that wars must be won and lost to earn or keep my love.

the one good thing about falling apart is how we are never put back the same

She said 'never forget me'
...as if the coast could forget the ocean
...or the lung could forget the breath
...or the earth could forget the sun.

I learned much too late
that what you called love
was nothing but a
desperate and irrational
fear of a life lived alone.

But how can you love a person who is not whole? Because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full. In all of your phases and fractions and ivory-white pieces, I love you.

People are oceans. You cannot know them by their surface.

Don't tell me this hurts for you too. A killer cannot sue for the bruises on his knuckles or the blood on his shoes.

I am awfully sentimental. Of books, belongings, people, places. It matters very little how positive or negative the experience was. If it shared some meaningful time in my life, I'll have trouble letting go.