Donna Lynn Hope Quotes

How much pain a person detains may be proportionate to the pain they spare others when they'd rather hurt than hurt another.

Reassuring a jealous woman that you don't want her man creates the bigger beast of resentment because that tells her that what she has isn't desirable and to her, where the opinions of others correlates to her self-worth, is unforgivable.

I know you're there. I can detect your presence each time it closes in on mine.

I appreciate the beauty and balm of flowers but I have never enjoyed receiving them because then I have to watch them die, and worse ... throw them away.

When he comes for her, it's only in her dreams where she has no control, no way to shut the door, and nowhere to run. That's when she listens.

While struggling with all the loss in her life, she mournfully thought, "If only I could forget ... " But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? However, she did with most; she never got too close and she never stayed too long, but there she was ... struggling with all the loss in her life.

Society nowadays tells people that their happiness is all that matters but happiness is never found if it costs someone else's theirs. That is not what happiness is, nor would such a person deserve it, because happiness is forged by the setting aside of self and in doing for others to make them happy first and foremost, so if you have to hurt another human being to "find your happiness," then you have no clue what the word actually means or what it's willing to do, and in being so self-centered and entitled, it's veritably tragic that the only care and concern you have is for yourself.

Some things you sentence yourself to life for.

While it is good to apologize and ask forgiveness from God, it's just as important (perhaps more so) to extend it towards the person you wronged. Becoming a better person or trying to make amends with the universe only works when you start with the one you owe it to.

There is the love that I love but don't want to love and try to bleed out so the love that I want but don't want, can die a tragic death. And as it lays dying, I'm touched with remorse, feel regret, and try to keep it beating. If it does, I panic, and go through the cycle all over again. What do you call that except pure madness? I'm a catastrophic tsunami on any man who tries to love me. And if I really care about a man, you would think I would be sweet and supportive, but instead I set fires and dare them to walk through them.

Some writers are born. Others learn. I was born a writer but have a lot to learn.

Either invest or withdraw.

A friendship has but one chief adversary and that is envy. It is sired by resentment with the potential consequence of unresolved estrangement." She looked at the woman in conflict and said, "Do not envy her but imagine what it took for her to have what you resent her for. Would you want to embark upon her journey instead of your own to procure it? You notice her abundance but overlook her losses; do not envy her because she would rather have your friendship than your envy." The woman looked at her and nodded in accord, "And how do you do that?" she asked. The woman sighed in reflective thought. "By changing the way you think.

She never wants to get to the point where she looks forward to hearing from someone. Once you look forward to something, you're inevitably let down and nothing can stay the same so she'd rather expect nothing at all and just be surprised that she was thought of at all.

Darling, if I take your breath away, I will give you mine.

I'd rather know a man's sincerity than his love. Whereas I have never needed the latter, one can always count on the former.

Sometimes, despite how your heart feels, you have to do what you must in order to get the result you need. When it's impossible to walk away then you need to make it hurt and they will walk away for you.

Which is worse? Loving someone and not being able to be with them or not loving someone and having to be with them.

Never go to another woman about your woman. Not unless you want an insidious form of advice.

Good or bad, if you're not "normal," you can't have a normal relationship. If you are different, people will relate to you differently.

Just following orders' is no excuse unless you're in the bedroom.

People don't tell others when they lose interest, just like they don't tell others when they love them. And then they wonder why they are so unhappy.

If I never shed a tear or wondered what happened to someone I actually loved, what makes you believe I'd think twice about you, someone I never even cared for?

If you want to call attention to your good deed then it isn't a good deed, it's a self-serving one. Why? Not only have you patted yourself on the back but you're fishing for others to do the same.

He had felt viable being near her or knowing she was listening to him or having the comfort of their casual meeting within a dream. With her, he simply and effortlessly felt better. They all felt better, unburdened, cared for, and heard. Being connected to her eased his suffering as he gave her his. It was only when she began to drown in the cumulation of commingled torments that to save whatever part of her was left, she disconnected, and when she did, his suffering returned and remained with him longer than she had. But instead of saving herself, it was the additional burden of her own anguish from letting them all go that took her breath and inevitably pulled her under.

I can only miss the true and I can only mourn the brave. Cowards make it easy to let go because you're not losing anything worth having.

Shoo. Away with you. It's my fault for expecting the extraordinary from the ordinary.

I'm drawn to unusual, even freakish people. Why? They are far more engaging than the ordinary, which the world has too much of.

She's not ashamed of loving, although those she's loved are few in number; it was/is sweet and true. She's only ashamed she used love as an excuse.

Truth and integrity must be so rare these days that it confuses people when they hear it.

Why weren't we born in the same era?" he lamented. She eased past him neither here nor there, looked over her shoulder and whispered, "How mundane and cliche would that be?

I used to be a wanderess without roots – discontent and bereft of belonging and then he took me to The Last Best Place where I was touched and warmed through. Never before have I felt the breath-taking spirit of the frontier as distinctly as I do here and never before have I felt so at home where all things magnificent are made more so by inspired calm of earthy humility.

The most beautiful women I have known had one thing in common apart from beauty: humility. It's a shame that those with less to boast about do it the most.

It's hard to part the curtains when the dark holds such familiarity.

I never imagined a love so pure, nor a hate that could be so cruel.

We start our sometimes tedious, sometimes exciting, often times sad and stressful march to the grave the moment we're born, so it might as well be a march worth remembering.

Life is for the loved, not the lonely." She lamented. "Although it's the lonely who try to make the world and its inhabitants less so.

Anger met with anger only increases enmity rather than diffusing a tense situation. Anger, in turn, gives birth to hate. In such cases the wisest thing to do is not to engage through emotion. Emotions are self-centered and denying them spares animosity.

Never ignore the elephant in the room. That's rude; play with it and introduce it.

Don't start a fight if you can't duke it out. Either win or concede but whatever you do, don't have others fight for you.

You may want the alpha, but the alpha has his pick.

She was a surprise, and let's face it, few people are.

Three kinds of people get talked about: The fascinating, the freaks and the nefarious.

In a social media world, the danger is being overexposed and when something is overexposed it is no longer interesting ... if ever it was.

She may have a weight problem but you have an ugly problem.

I write for ghosts; the ghosts I can't see but I know stick around. Some I know are good. Others I know are bad. The first bring me nostalgic comfort while the latter instill unease.

When they want you in secret they don't really want you. They want the adventure. Give them one by telling them where they can go.

People fight over parking spaces more than they do for each other; then they bemoan the fact they can't find love.

I like weird. Conformity bores but is inescapable for the most part. We all follow something, even if it is following the goal of wanting to stand apart. We are a sea of ordinary people; it is always the quirk, the flaw or the ingenuity that stands out.

Marriage is the connecting of the two: Without passion it's just friendship; without friendship it's just lust.

One woman's definition of success may not be another's. Is success, as the world defines it, an accomplishment in a society this sick?

In our lives are special moments that live as their own, the rest is movement with the passage of time.

It will be a welcome change for her to feel his hands on her hips and his breath in her hair; She's been forlorn, but like all emotions, even loneliness doesn't last. She has fallen in love with the man with the quiet strength, the confident humility and the hands that show the flame of the heart.

Her heart is as soft as her curves and neither are easy to access.

People like us are dead to society unless we're pretentious, tell people what they want to hear, take off our clothes, or pretend to be like them.

In your Christian walk there will be times that you will have to separate from friends and acquaintances. Otherwise, you'll be tempted to go back to dabble in past behaviors. Understand the enemy ... he will use anybody he knows that will carry out his plan to separate you from God. If you are strong in the Lord and have changed your ways, you will become target numero uno and he will use old ties to bring you back to your old lifestyle and, in many cases, you will end up worse off than you were before.

I need to stop saying LMAO because that is precisely what's happening; I wish I could rewind time by two decades, immortalize my derriere in wax, and then kiss it goodbye.

You may wish to capture a wild thing as you covet their unbreakable spirit, but as much as you may wish to tame a wild thing, a wild thing, who may grow to love you, will always resist and will do anything, at any cost, even if it means hurting you, to break free. Be careful when playing with a wild thing.

Can I be trusted? Can you? I can be trusted with some things, but not all things, just like you.

Why do people assume? If I hate you, I'll tell you. In this case, it's not hate. It's hurt. I'll lick my wounds, which only oozed because I gave a damn, and be over it before the sun rises.

He seems to think that just because his Cobra can slither up to hers, stand taller and more dominant that he can bring her down. Well, her Cobra may be smaller, but she's just as vicious ... and far more cunning.

Steam rising underneath a canopy of whispering, changing aspens; starlight in the clear, dark night, and wondrous beauty in every direction. If only all could feel this way, to be so captured and enthralled with autumn.

Do we really need a study on why people lie? They lie because it's easy, and cowards are good at "easy." Telling the truth takes moxie, and few have it.

Just because you talk about it or advocate for one position doesn't mean you care more. Just because someone doesn't talk about it and advocates a different position doesn't mean they care less.

It seems that the people who come into our lives and stay for the briefest amount of time have the greatest impact upon us. Time may change some things, but not all things. Each day brings me closer to him, and the age in which he passed from this world into the next, but I still fight the urge, on rare occasions, to pick up the phone and dial his number, which I still remember. It's decades later, but that last meal we shared, laughing and smiling at each other from across the table, lost in harmony, seems but yesterday. Then there was the last lingering look and the final wave goodbye.

Youth. I don't seek it through another because I have it within; it's a state of mind, a spirit that is free, and a mind that is playful. The shell of my being is altered by the effects of time, but nothing will tarnish a soul that will never forget what its like to experience creation with endless wonder and appreciation. Each time I see the first snowfall of the season I feel it's the first time I've seen it at all.

I have a deep appreciation for anything that challenges my morality. I tend to wonder which thing or person might overpower my beliefs and would I avoid it altogether in order to say, "It didn't conquer me," or would I accept the challenge head-on in an attempt to prevail? Which requires greater courage?

You can never let your compassion stand in the way of justice because when you do, other people get hurt.

Loyalty. Is it something only dogs know?
When I think of it, I wonder if I would rather have it than love. Whereas love is often an over-used word and an unpredictable feeling, the other is nothing but dependability.

You can't be in my world...You live in this one.

Fighting is easier than loving, just as giving in to anger is easier than self-control.

Of course she wants him to forget her. The last place she wants to reside is in his thoughts. What an unpleasant place to be.

Some people are far more cognizant than others but sensitivity has its own cross to bear and ample insight, in many cases, can bring on disquietude.

A relationship, of any kind, requires two. Some people want it all and expect it all, always looking outward, so often saying what they deserve, even more saying what they want, and all thinking another should provide it for them, but do they ever bother to be the person they think someone else would love to have? Perhaps, in order to get that better love, extend it first.

Oh yes, even I cry. Just not over you. Who is "you?" The one who has to ask or the one who doesn't?

I like awkward moments. They are full of tension and suspense. Anything's possible or, at the very least, they are the source of some electric sizzle.

I don't envy "busy." Busy means having a schedule, not living life. What I really covet is leisure and peace of mind. Those who have both, have it all.

You will know who the enemy is intimidated by because they're the ones he targets and keeps beating down.

What have I to prove, and to whom, and why? I'm keen enough to want nothing more than to live a simple, humble, unfettered life.

Busy doesn't mean better. I have never envied a busy person – the one who likes to point out their busy lives to others.

We deny more than we confess. We hide more than we reveal. We assume because it makes us feel exposed if we have to ask. It's easier to say "I feel nothing" than to admit "I feel something." It takes no courage to say, "I hate you" but it takes a great deal of moxie to declare its opposite. Masks are elaborate and everyone has one. It takes a while to get to know people. This doesn't make them special, it makes them like everyone else. Sometimes our hearts scream yes while our heads say run; and only one can be obeyed.

When it comes to parental alienation or grandparent alienation, we walk around with the overwhelming emptiness of a child's absence while carrying the heaviness of their sweet and irreplaceable memory ...

For those who have learned what suffering is early on, you have prepared ahead of the pack so that you can take care of the pack.

Assumptions equal a loss of pride and the sting of defeat.

Warriors want a worthy opponent. There is no redress in fighting the pathetic.

The spider's web: She finds an innocuous corner in which to spin her web. The longer the web takes, the more fabulous its construction. She has no need to chase. She sits quietly, her patience a consummate force; she waits for her prey to come to her on their own, and then she ensnares them, injects them with venom, rendering them unable to escape. Spiders – so needed and yet so misunderstood.

It was evenings like that when beneath dim light and relaxing in a sultry bath that she missed him the most. A flicker of candlelight, wind breathing snow against the window and the soothing scent of creme caramel – all were a comfort to her as she closed her eyes, summoned memories and many a tender thought. She didn't feel deserving of the devotion bestowed upon her, but she had finally learned to accept its wondrous gift, knowing that love was the source of existence and its only end.

You love the word love but you don't really love and you don't want to love because love, which is really sacrifice, would prevent you from doing what you want to do.

I'd rather be befriended as an aimless lost soul than be befriended for adornment, gain or goal.

When people feel the need to declare that they are not basic ... that's when you know they're basic.

When the frail black cat who had lived through abuse and abandonment entered her equally arduous life, she smiled at her and said, "What a journey you took to find your way to me." And when the frail black cat who had offered nothing but comfort and companionship died in her arms just a few years later, she smiled at her through hurtful tears and said, "only a journey like that could lead to a love as pure and enduring as this ... " She then leaned down and bestowed upon her the breadth of her grace.

It's not that I am "above" feeling hatred. It's that I make the choice whether to yield to it or not. Hatred keeps a person with you, and the last thing I want with me in my thoughts is someone who doesn't deserve to be there.

Leaving the familiar for unknown terrain is like a death - and feeling this level of finality should snap one back to life for life has greater meaning in the face of death.

Some men like shiny new toys. Others like the priceless antique.

When it comes to men, I appreciate them, don't bash them and never love them.

I challenge a man to a duel before allowing him near me, and then I take an arrow, dip it in poison, and drive it straight through his heart ... But that's on a good day ... when I purr and feel delightfully amorous. No need to mention what I'd do on a bad one.

I'm awake and I can't sleep. The more I'm awake, the more I see, and the harder to sleep.

Love is such a force onto itself that it doesn't wreck havoc when it beats for others.

She has never understood, nor been able to relate to a herd mentality. She doesn't get along with followers and avoids the bandwagon. She marches to her own tune and does it alone. She's despised by the weak-minded and respected by the strong. She ruffles the feathers of the flock because she champion's the defenseless and pick's on the mob. Does she wish she could not give a damn and live an ordinary life surrounded by nodding and needy ordinary people? At times ... but she'd be bored out of her mind when she's never bored alone, and because of that she's patient because a couple of times in a lifetime she's lucky enough to come across a memorable, magnetic and remarkable person - one worth knowing, even if just for the brevity of a conversation.

I think I figured out why I don't have more friends. I find dead people more interesting than the living.