The Courage To Love Novels & Stories

But I couldn't help myself for being upset that I was slowly falling for a criminal, one who's uncle murdered my parents right in front of me. I wasn't sure if I loved him because I have never experienced the feeling before, well not with people who I consider family and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know if I did. It was too early to think that anyway. "He's a bad guy Marlie, he'll just end up hurting me and I don't think I have it in me to go through heartache again, not when I was still to this day hurting about my parents death. That's something I can never heal from, so how am I supposed to let myself go and love someone who in the end will just hurt me?" I asked looking down at the flo

Jamal can't love me because Jamal can't feel. Jamal is cursed. ﹏﹏﹏﹏ JAMAL. There is a tugging pain in my chest as I watch her run away. I want to stop her, I want to run after her. But I do nothing but stare as she leaves me alone. Is it tears that I feel prickling my eyes. I have never cried my whole life. But what else would I expect, everything about Sarafina makes me do things I have never done. I don't know what this is but one thing I know is after now...

44 Alexis Feels Fear is the enemy of courage. Courage is what we have, when we look fear in the face and tell it to go to hell and stay there because life is calling. When life calls we answer ; however when life happens we react. How we react can determine the outcome of the situation. Given what was 'going on I couldn’t lose it and become a drama queen. Drama has its benefits when you want to make a statement ,and when you do make the statement make sure you don’t trip and fall on your face… it happens to the best of us when we least expect. Courage and kindness are not really rare traits. They are embedded in us ; we just need to flick the switch. What courage does is give us the power to

I thought he would be the man who would marry me despite my condition. I decided to break things up with Rex. As for my nurse… “Miss… I didn't mean to hurt you…” She said while crying. “What?! Are you kidding me?” I shouted furiously. “Is it… is it immoral to love? Am I that sinful just because I gave that man the things you couldn't give him? In a year of being your nurse, I understand what he's been through.” I guided my wheelchair towards her direction, I tried to stand in front of her with all my will. I grasped a post shakingly to stand and to say this to her face:

It’s the last thing that leaves us. Even though I can’t hold you when you fall or fix your hurts when you cry, I want you to be brave. Courage isn’t about not being afraid, my love, it’s about planting flowers even when you know a storm might come. It’s about trusting that the sun will always find its way back.

“So I’m going to ask you one more time. And this time, there are no flowers. No guitars. No promises of forever. Just this.” He took a deep breath. “Are you in? All the way in? Knowing what it might cost?” I looked at the smoldering wreckage in my sink. I thought of Whitlock’s cold voice. Of Eleanor’s icy smile. Of the bullet meant to scare me away. And I looked at Jeff. At the fierce, unyielding love in his eyes. A love that would burn down the world for me. The fear was still there, a cold knot in my stomach. But it was overshadowed by something stronger. Something that felt an awful lot like courage.

He wanted to be normal, he wanted to run away from all his princely duties. He wasn't a man of war or politics, he had the soul of a poet, a lover and that of a loving father. He wanted true love. Richard stared at the sculpture of Hiloh resting on its plinth. Beside it was a mystical fountain which was the garden's source of beauty. Richard moves towards it staring at the waters at it's base. He could see his reflection his natural self, all was perfect except his crown and his too luxurious robe. He disturbs the water with his left hand causing ripples. He observes how the ripples travel around the water. This gave him his hundredth definition of love. "A touch, thousand of uniform ripples

"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 .

My voice is shaking and trying so hard not to show too much emotions to him. I massaged the bridge of my nose as I also brushed my hair using my finger out of frustration. Pain is all over Arthur's face. I stared at him and I can't stand it. What did I do? What did I do, God? "Caroline, please. You are still mad at me but let me just-"

I was supposed to be strong. I stopped pacing and looked at myself in the mirror. I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I had to be brave. I had to see this through. "I don't know if I can do this," I admitted. What if I wasn't brave enough? What if I failed? The voice laughed. "You don't have a choice, Raven. You have to see this through." It was right, of course. I had to do this.