Tite Kubo Quotes

There are things that you can't do - like writing letters to a part of yourself. To your feet or hair. Or heart.

There are many things in your heart you can never tell to another person. They are you, your private joys and sorrows, and you can never tell them. You cheapen yourself, the inside of yourself, when you tell them.

There's something so beautiful in coming on one's very inmost thoughts in another. In one way it is one of the greatest pleasures one has.

Are you hurting anywhere else?" I asked, feeling so emotionally raw after the long night we'd had. He caught my wrist and pulled my hand down to press flat over his heart. "Here." "So am I." He kissed my fingertips, then linked our hands and led me.

Love is selflessness and self-fullness; it can only be known deeply with an open, vulnerable heart.

If I showed you what was in my heart," she said, "it would burn you to a cinder. "I've tried to burn you similarly," it said, "but you never even noticed when I opened my chest.

I let down my guard and my heart was as good as gone.

May he die with no joy at his end, The man who won't be troubled To unlock the keys of his heart and make a friend.

There is always a part of our being into which those who are dearer to us far than our own lives are yet unable to enter.

I had stepped into his arms, showing him my raw, broken heart.

For the first time, I saw what was in his heart, and I wondered if he might ever want to look deep enough to see mine.

I am not interested in communicating something to you, I am interested in communion. Communication means my mind talking to your mind. Communion means I am not a mind, you are not a mind - just your heart melting into my heart, no words.

Vulnerable people are powerful people. Opening your heart and sharing it means you're going to get so much love in your life. and it's the way to true connection and real purpose and meaning in your life, in my opinion.

Because I've taken my clothes off in public doesn't mean that I've revealed every inch of my soul.

Only the fact that we are unaware how well our nearest know us enables us to live with them. Love is the most impregnable refuge of self-esteem, and we hate the eye that reaches to our nakedness. Edith Wharton ~ The Touchstone

No mind, however loving, could bear to see plainly into all the recess of another mind.

When he first put his arms around me, it was tentative, like maybe he expected I'd pull away. When I didn't, he moved in closer, his hands smoothing over my shoulders, and in my mind I saw myself retreating a million times when people tried to do this same thing: my sister or my mother, pulling back and into myself, tucking everything out of sight, where only I knew where to find it. This time, though, I gave in. I let Wes pull me against him, pressing my head against his chest, where I could feel his heart beating, steady and true.

Friendship is the next pleasure we may hope for: and where we find it not at home, or have no home to find it in, we may seek it abroad. It is an union of spirits, a marriage of hearts, and the bond thereof virtue.

When did we see each other face-to-face? Not until you saw into my cracks and I saw into yours. Before that, we were just looking at ideas of each other, like looking at your window shade but never seeing inside. But once the vessel cracks, the light can get in. The light can get out.

Let him have the key of thy heart, who hath the lock of his own.

Even friends need private spaces, if only within the depths of their own souls, where no one else is allowed to intrude.

If you can't feel, why did you kiss me?" Patch traced a finger along my collarbone, then headed south stopping at my heart. I felt it pounding through my skin. "Because I feel it here, in my heart," he said quietly.

All you have to do is open your heart, just like you opened your legs.

I've got you deep in the heart of me.

Sex is really only touch, the closest of all touch. And it's touch we're afraid of.