Beau Taplin Quotes

One day, whether you are 14, 28 or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find–– is they are not always with whom we spend our lives

It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over.

She was unstoppable. Not because she did not have failures or doubts, bit because she continued on despite them.

Listen to me, your body is not a temple. Temples can be destroyed and desecrated. Your body is a forest—thick canopies of maple trees and sweet scented wildflowers sprouting in the underwood. You will grow back, over and over, no matter how badly you are devastated.

Some people are magic, and others are just the illusion of it.

Kiss me until I forget how terrified I am of everything wrong with my life.

Human beings are made of water–- we were not designed to hold ourselves together rather run freely like oceans like rivers

I want to fall to sleep with you, and I could care less whether it is in layers upon layers of clothing or only our skin - all I really want is to wake up not knowing where I end and you begin.

Self love is an ocean and your heart is a vessel. Make it full, and any excess will spill over into the lives of the people you hold dear. But you must come first.

No, I do not want to be loved unconditionally. I want to be shown when I am treating you less than you deserve. I want you to leave if I ever start making you promises I do not see through. Love me for my flaws, yes, but don’t you dare ever allow them to hurt you.

Home is not where you are from, it is where you belong. Some of us travel the whole world to find it. Others, find it in a person.

Sunsets are proof that endings can often be beautiful too.

I learned much too late that what you called love was nothing but a desperate and irrational fear of a life lived alone.

The one thing I know for sure is that feelings are rarely mutual, so when they are, drop everything, forget belongings and expectations, forget the games, the two days between texts, the hard to gets because this is it, this is what the entire world is after and you’ve stumbled upon it by chance, by accident––so take a deep breath, take a step forward, now run, collide like planets in the system of a dying sun, embrace each other with both arms and let all the rules, the opinions and common sense crash down around you. Because this is love kid, and it’s all yours. Believe me, you're in for one hell of a ride, after all––this is the one thing I know for sure.

There’s a corner of my heart that is yours. And I don’t mean for now, or until I’ve found somebody else, I mean forever. I mean to say that whether I fall in love a thousand times over or once or never again, there’ll always be a small quiet place in my heart that belongs only to you.

Beautiful. Crushingly so. You look like the rest of my life.

Hearts aren't handcuffs and people aren't prisons. When you feel it's time for you to leave, you leave. You neither need to wait to be released, nor ask for permission.

I’m tired of trying to fill up my empty spaces with things I don’t need and people I don’t like.

Some goodbyes are not ends but releases.

I am awfully sentimental. Of books, belongings, people, places. It matters very little how positive or negative the experience was. If it shared some meaningful time in my life, I’ll have trouble letting go.

Be careful. There are people out there who will look at your love only as a place to put their pain.

Love is neither owed nor earned. It either is or it’s not. I gave you the world. But you wanted the stars.

I'm not interested in light little flings, skin-deep attractions, or long loveless marriages. With you, I only want raw, full-blooded connection, to share a bond full of passion and breathtaking adventure. After all, love is not a pastime but a privilege.

It's not that you left. I'm okay with that. I've learned to accept it. It's that it was too damn easy. It's that you didn't think twice.

A relationship should not be measured in months or years. It's the calibre of the memories that matter. Their impact, their permanence, and the degree to which they change you. I've had relationships lasting years I can now scarcely recollect, and hours with others that feel like infinities.

What a sad thought it is, that some of us will surrender and settle down long before we have met the person we are supposed to love.

My heart is not captured easily. I am disinterested in small talk, disillusioned with love, and too focused on my dreams and aspirations to lend anybody my attention for long.

Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognisable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.

Falling for a person isn’t a process. You can’t plan for it in advance, or anticipate its arrival. Love strikes in single moments. Anywhere. Anytime. Some day you catch them gardening in the sun, or singing dreadfully in the shower, and you think, Oh, I could spend all my life with you

I’m beginning to recognise that real happiness isn’t something large and looming on the horizon ahead, but something small, numerous and already here. The smile of someone you love. A decent breakfast. The warm sunset. Your little everyday joys all lined up in a row.

The act of you leaving was just the full stop at the end of a terrible sentence. Fact is, I lost you long before you ever left.

We sit in silence and watch the stars, I suppose because there are no words, not in all the languages on earth, that can properly describe the feeling of being in love. And perhaps those little burning lights out there in the dark, are the closest we come to something that does.

In the night, I am kept awake by the endless chatter of my inner self. I hear it speak softly of old hurts and fondly of past loves, while its demands and anxieties resound throughout me in multitudes. I could be calm and composed all day long, but the moment it is dark, my mind riots.

If you’re with her and you wish you were elsewhere then leave. One of the cruellest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home when to you they’re only temporary. We all deserve adoration and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel complete. If you can’t give her your whole heart, then don’t you dare hold it hostage.

I will never ask you to fight for me. I have neither the insecurity nor the arrogance to believe that wars must be won and lost to earn or keep my love.

She was unstoppable. not because she did not have failures or doubts. but because she continued on despite them.

It hurts my head to think of how many things had to happen for our paths to intersect. Of all those numberless little fortunes that led me to you. A broken alarm clock, a delayed train, a sudden downpour, and there we were. You and I, sharing coffee, our whole lives ahead of us.

I’ve always been enchanted by the endings of things. Series finales and sunsets. Last paragraphs and encores. I think for the way they remind me that losing something you love isn’t always sad and heartbreaking, but sometimes breathtaking and beautiful.

She said 'never forget me' ...as if the coast could forget the ocean ...or the lung could forget the breath ...or the earth could forget the sun.

I had learned even loneliness could leave an absence if it had lived in you long enough.

You were a risk, a mistery, and the most certain thing I'd ever known.

I cannot stand the words Get over it. All of us are under such pressure to put our problems in the past tense. Slow down. Don’t allow others to hurry your healing. It is a process, one that may take years, occasionally, even a lifetime — and that’s OK.

There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.

I think the beating in our hearts was put there to remind us that even when we are alone in the world, we march on. That even in the enormous dark and quiet, we always have someone to lean on, to embrace and turn to. That even when we have no one else, we always have ourselves.

I tend to be most interested in the kinds of people that don't sweeten or dilute themselves for the sake of people's tastes.Who never soften the blow for who they are.I prefer the people that i connect with to be full strength and searing hot. And able to rouse my weary,idle heart.

the one good thing about falling apart is how we are never put back the same

You completely redefine my idea of what love is and should be. That it needn't be possessive, volatile or detrimental to your well-being, but can be selfless, gentle and consistent -- and should empower you to pursue your passions. That it should balance and enrich a life, not tear it to pieces.

People are oceans. You cannot know them by their surface.

But how can you love a person who is not whole? Because you, like the moon, are not only beautiful when full. In all of your phases and fractions and ivory-white pieces, I love you.

I learned the people we love usually turned out to be one of three things: a home, a holiday, or hell.” — Beau Taplin

you are, always were, worth coming apart for

The most important thing you will ever do in your life is learn to embrace your unique, honest self. A boundless, infinitely populated universe and there is nothing else here quite like you. This is your power. All those things that make you strange and different are what make you irreplaceable

and i've learned to love loneliness because unlike you it never leaves

It's interesting to note that the most kind and courageous souls you meet in life tend to be those who've faced the most cruelty and conflict. This vicious world might sharpen us like a blade, but whether we use that power to protect people or cause them pain is always our choice.

Because see , a sunset is proof, my dearest, eternal sweetheart, that endings can often be beautiful too

Sometimes, home has a heartbeat

Don’t tell me this hurts for you too. A killer cannot sue for the bruises on his knuckles or the blood on his shoes.

I never wanted a quiet, sensible sort of love. I wanted to be devoured.

I’m not looking for somebody who will whisper sweet nothings into my ear to feed the ravenous ego of my heart. But someone who can look me straight in the eye and say, I love you, whether you fail or fall, just as you are.

Softness is not weakness. It takes courage to stay delicate in a world this cruel.

It is a frightening thought, that in one fraction of a moment you can fall in the kind of love that takes a lifetime to get over

Sadly, too many of us stay together far longer than we should because it's easier to say, "I love you," than it is to say, "I don't.

Some night i wonder if the stars watch us the same way we watch them.other nights i think of you and im sure of it

I am deathly afraid of almosts. Of coming so very close to where I want to be in life that I can almost taste it, almost touch it, then falling just a little short.

And you said, "Never forget me," as if the coast could forget the ocean or the lung could forget the breath or the earth could forget the sun.

To hell with happy endings you are here for the story.

I think I keep telling myself you never loved me at all because it is far less terrifying a prospect than the possibility you did, you really, truly did, but all of a sudden, and for no particular reason, you woke up one day and stopped.

It's been a long, hard road, but I've finally found the closure I need to move on. I've learned to accept that my all is not always going to be enough and love is neither owned nor earned; it either is or it's not. I gave you the world, but you wanted the stars.

I still hold onto a small, childish hope that there’s someone out there in this crazy, wild world so completely, utterly meant for me even the stars will sigh, at last! in relief at our meeting.

You might not be the first to crawl into my heart, kiss me apart, or share my skin in the dark, but you could be the first one who matters; you could be the first one who lasts.

Everyone you meet has a part to play in your story. And while some may take a chapter, others a paragraph, and most will be no more than scribbled notes in the margins, someday, you'll meet someone who will become so integral to your life, you'll put their name in the title.

Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognizable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.

The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you're either on top of the world, or under it.

She was unstoppable, not because she did not have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.

A memory can be a marvelous getaway but you must never make a home there.

I adore you, god I do, to the point of madness, to the point of devastation.

There was something tremendously powerful about her. Like the sea, it never mattered whether she was still and serene or in the throes of a storm, there was always a danger of drowning.

The difference between an ordinary life and an extraordinary life is only a matter of perspective. Pull the blinds. Look around you. It is a mad, mad world and you do not require ten digit bank accounts to immerse yourself in it. Travel down dusty roads without a destination in mind. Climb a mountain and scream out into the void. Kiss the hell out of a stranger. Skinny dip in a lake. Get lost and lose yourself (they are two separate things). Explore the wilderness (especially the one within). Think less of destiny and more of the moment right here. Because when you are old and ill with your loved ones around you, fame won't matter, nor will the extent of your wealth. You are the sum of the stories you can tell.

I need to move around a bit. To shuffle my surroundings. To wake up in cities I don't know my way around and have conversations in languages I cannot entirely comprehend. There is always this tremendous longing in my heart to be lost, the be someplace else, to be far far away from all of this.

She was unstoppable. Not because she didn’t have failures or doubts, but because she continued on despite them.

Maps What I loved most about us was the way we could lose ourselves in each other over and over and still never know the way. You always felt like a place I'd never been.

There is something about a challenge I find deeply attractive. I go mad for a love that doesn’t come easy. The clashing of wits. The teasing and toying. The want, the need, the challenge, the conquest. When we finally relinquish control and surrender, I want it to taste like triumph.

We carried the same scars, and sometimes that is close enough.

While maturity may bring you wisdom and strength,  it is the playful, curious child in you that makes the world magic,  that makes a life enchanting and worth living at all.

Perhaps the butterfly is proof that you can go through a great deal of darkness yet still become something beautiful.

The problem was I wanted to be yours more than I ever wanted to be mine.

Be careful. There are people out there who will look at your love only as a place to put their pain.

If you have to lose yourself to please your partner, you're with the wrong person.

One day, whether you are 14, 28, or 65, you will stumble upon someone who will start a fire in you that cannot die. However, the saddest, most awful truth you will ever come to find—is they are not always with whom we spend our lives.—Beau Taplin

I am awfully sentimental. Of books, belongings, people, places. It matters very little how positive or negative the experience was. If it shared something meaningful time in my life, I'll have trouble letting go.

Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves. We create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails.

Our tragedy is that we want who we can’t have, grow disinterested in those we do, and no matter how painful the time we shared with them was, we inevitably long for those whom we lose. if we knew then what we know now.

I wanted to be devoured.

Hello Goodbye Goodbyes take a great deal of courage, but what takes even more is the hello that comes next. To cast your aversions aside despite all you have suffered and take a chance on somebody new. To risk it all again because you see that human connection is precious and rare and always worth the risk.

My Wandering Mind I don’t care if what we have will never be love. If we weren’t together in a past life or written in the stars. All you need to know is that when my mind wanders off it is always home to you.

You were an unexpected surprise. The defining moment. The collision of stars that slammed into me hard and sent my neat little world plummeting into the ocean. I never expected it to be you, you know? But it is you. It’s all you. And now there’s no looking back.

It is necessary you keep your inner child alive and well. While our adulthoods are a relentless assault of unrealistic demands and enormous responsibility, the ever-curious inner child asks the vital questions, like, Why is this important? and, Will this make me happy?

If you’re with her and you wish you were elsewhere then leave. One of the cruellest things you can do to a person is make them feel like home when to you they’re only temporary. We all deserve adoration and undistracted attention. We all deserve to feel complete. If you can’t give her your whole heart, then don’t you dare hold it hostage.

What's meant to be will be." 'No,' I replied. 'It's what keeps you up at night, unable to sleep, and your chest tight, unable to breathe, your thoughts mad with desire and longing and your each and every waking moment pursuing what you desire with purposed and fury and aspiration--you cannot wait on destiny,' I said. 'It's presence must be demanded.

When pain arrives it shifts your persepective on everything around you. The days grow darker, the nights stretch further, and you cannot, for the life of you, find the light through the fog. Everyday moments that were once beautiful to you now appear colourless and dull, and those songs that once sang full through your lungs now serve only to remind you of the better days far behind you. But don't lose hope. Through these dark times, you must simply learn to look harder for the light. It will come to you in flashes of unexpected beauty: the helping hand of a friend, a compliment given or recieved, a quiet moment of inspiration or peace. Collect these tiny fragments of light wherever they come, until at last your sky is so full or stars, you are finally able to see the way forward.