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Let us begin this letter, this prelude to an encounter, formally, as a declaration, in the old-fashioned way: I love you. You do not know me (although you have seen me, smiled at me). I know you (although not so well as I would like. I want to be there when your eyes flutter open in the morning, and you see me, and you smile. Surely this would be paradise enough?). So I do declare myself to you now, with pen set to paper. I declare it again: I love you.
I started cooking professionally because I had hit a point in my life where I was just sort of lost and cooking was something I had always loved and so I grabbed onto it. - Amanda Cohen
You said we all want there to be more than this! Well, there's always more than this. There's always something you don't know. ― Patrick Ness
Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life. — Lisa Weed
I personally don't think that blood ties should be something that signifies so much more than anything else. I understand perfectly when somebody leaves their family for good. - Luca Guadagnino
I want to live my life in such a way that when I get out of bed in the morning, the devil says, "aw shit, he's up! ― Steve Maraboli, Unapologetically You: Reflections on Life and the Human Experience
Being a family means you are a part of something very wonderful. It means you will love and be loved for the rest of your life. – Lisa Weed
If you want to forget something or someone, never hate it, or never hate him/her. Everything and everyone that you hate is engraved upon your heart; if you want to let go of something, if you want to forget, you cannot hate.― C. JoyBell C.
Fun is one of the most important - and underrated - ingredients in any successful venture. If you're not having fun, then it's probably time to call it quits and try something else. -Richard Branson
But even so, every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drink, the very air I breathe, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o'clock in the morning.
