All Chapters of His Own Undoing️ √: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." ~C.S. Lewis   I clench hardly on my shirt hoping to have a grip of my panic, sweat run down my face and I stare at Mycole.   "Where is she now then?" Jack asks as Josh brings me to sit down on the couch.   Mycole shakes his head and answers "I don't know."   "But you must

"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jealous. Love is never boastful or conceited. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and is not resentful. Love takes no pleasure in other people's sins, but delights in the truth. It is always ready to excuse, to trust, to hope, and to endure whatever comes."~ (The New Jerusalem Bible (NJB))

"It takes courage to love, but pain through love is the purifying fire which those who love generously know. We all know people who are so much afraid of pain that they shut themselves up like clams in a shell and, giving out nothing, receive nothing and therefore shrink until life is a mere living death." ~Eleanor Roosevelt   .   The terror that takes over me is greater than any other I've felt in the past five to six years. I am afraid of my past. Yes, I do think of it, but never into details, I kept having night mares about the night I was raped, I'd wake up panting, shivering, but more than anything wishing I could forget. The nightmares only stop 4 months ago after I met Rory and even though I don't dream on it anymore, I still don't think too deep into it. No one knew my fear because I never told them the mental and emotional torture I was going through.&n

"The most wonderful of all things in life is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a growing depth, beauty and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing; it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of divine accident, and the most wonderful of all things in life." ~Sir Hugh Walpole   . Taylor's POV   "I loved him." I answer in my defence and I see him give me the most ridiculous look. "and I believed there was still a good part in him. That's what love does"   "No." He shakes his head, his sudden anger seems to stir panic around me. "That wasn't love, that was stupidity."   I get up fiercely glaring at him. "Yes may

“Love means to commit oneself without guarantee, to give oneself completely in the hope that our love will produce love in the loved person. Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.”~Erich Fromm.

"Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, that's her..."

"It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy with someone else, but it's more painful to know that the one you love is unhappy with you."Unknown~.

"When they asked me what I loved most about life, I smiled and said you."Tina~.I enter my office and close the door. There ar

“Love is a language spoken by everyone, but understood only by a heart.” Shirley Rindani~ . The door the her rest room is open and although I hear nothing coming from there and all my senses keep telling me to leave and that I'm not welcome, I walk over to the opened door and peep through and there they are cradled together on the bed, in nothing but the bedsheets. Paris is resting her head in Rory's chest while she sleeps peacefully and Rory's hand is around her, molding her body close to his and his eyes are closed as he sleeps soundly too. Seriously? Who the hell called me then? Rory shifts a little and as moan erupts from his mouth and his eyes peels open and they immediately meets mine and his eyes narrows down at me. I pull back that moment and walk back to the room, planning on running out the next minute and forget everything I just saw in

“The greatest ironies of life: having the right person at the wrong time, having the wrong person when the time is right, and finding out that you love someone after that person walks out of your sight....” Anonymous ~ When Paris called me in the morning, waking up from my beautiful sleep and said we were to meet up later in the day mumbling about the arrangements and our dresses for the engagement, I knew I was not among those she had given break yesterday. No of course not, there was a reason I was her personal assistant and I knew better most privileges would not rub off on me. Keenan had dropped me off last night after collecting my phone number and I threatening to have his balls with a knife if he ever dared to sent creepy stuff into my phone. He went pale and promised he would not, because according to his own words. "Loves to still be able to have adorable kids with you." I still didn't give him my na