Courtney Peppernell Love Quotes

Be kind to yourself, the way you would be to someone you love.

But the world is exhausted, and the only wealth we have left is love.

If you were a novel, you’d be an adventure of sadness and happiness and love lost in between.

I loved what we had too. The only difference was that I saw it as forever and you saw it as just for now.

I understand why people take flight from bridges, I understand why a girl holds a blade to her wrist, I understand why a grown man cries counting all his lists. What I wish for the world to understand is that in these fragile moments, patience and love are needed most.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are and embraces you rather than judges you, hold on to this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

I tried to stop loving you so I built walls around my heart and found other names to whisper in the night. But you carved yourself into my veins whether you meant to or not. And sometimes I wonder if you remember the way we looked at each other or maybe you just forgot.

They say don’t fall in love with writers because their poems are messy and their letters are empty words dressed up to look pretty. But I say fall in love with me because underneath the mess and in between the lines is a heart too full of love that would follow you to any city.

Don’t date broken girls, my mother said. “But they deserve to be loved too.” And so I loved a broken girl more than anything; I just didn’t realize she would break me too.

People should fall in love more. Fall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk in. Fall in love with the look your dog gives you when you wake up. Fall in love with the rare moment when your cat doesn’t ignore you. Fall in love with the person who tells you to have a good day. Fall in love with the waiter who gives you extra chili fries. Fall in love with sweaters in winter and cold lemonade in summer. Fall in love with the moment your head hits the pillow. Fall in love with talking to someone until 4 a.m. Fall in love with the days you can hit the snooze button over and over again. Fall in love when a lover stares at you for five hours. Fall in love with the stars when they look at you. Fall in love with the sound of someone breathing. Fall in love with the bus if it’s on time or the train if it comes early. Fall in love with everything possible.

I hope you find someone who reminds you that you deserve the love you give.

When the stars ask you what it is you want, why do you speak of a love that tears you apart? Why do you crave a love that will break your heart? Your soul is never beyond repair, so stay humble and be kind and eventually a love will come along and remind you of why you are alive.

She is scared to love again, because people change their minds. She is scared to love again, because people leave with no answers, and she is sick of thinking it's because of her.

Just tell me softly that you love me, because when you said my name, I swear my heart was never the same.

Life is too short for games unless it’s a game of cards. Don’t text back right away; if you like them, pretend you don’t; and don’t you dare say I love you first. Well screw all that. I will text you back in three seconds; I will tell you that I like you; and if I love you, I’ll tell you every chance I get. Life is unpredictable, and I’d rather play every card as honestly as I can than have a deck full of regrets and what-ifs.

But life is not about half doing. You cannot half love or half accept or half live. It's about giving everything you have. When you are old and worn, do you really want to look back and say you gave the bare minimum? You owe yourself more than that.

No matter where my life takes me or yours takes you, I will love you whether there are a thousand miles between us or none at all.

It's hard not to fall in love with someone who looks at you one day and says, "Thank you for letting me be myself.

You shouldn't lose sleep over somebody any more than they should lose sleep over you. But you do, we all do. And we call this love.

You can’t choose which parts of her you love. Even in all the ugly moments, she should still be the woman you want to spend the rest of your life with. People are not perfect, they have flaws. You don’t get to choose which ones to leave out. That’s not honest love.

They don't teach you that some people will turn on you even after you have loved them with all the atoms in your body

If you are in love and the love is returned, be grateful. Because if you take love for granted, it will be overturned.

People should fall in love more. Fall in love with the way your coffee swirls as soon as you pour the milk in. Fall in love with the look your dog gives you when you wake up... Fall in love with the person who tells you to have a good day... Fall in love with sweaters in winter and cold lemonade in summer. Fall in love with the moment your head hits the pillow. Fall in love with talking to someone until 4 a.m... Fall in love with the stars when they look at you. Fall in love with the sound of someone breathing... Fall in love with everything possible.

I will not bandage all your Wounds I will not kiss all your Bruises I will not admire all your Scars Instead I will watch you As you bandage yourself And mend all your bruises And wear your own scars Because you are your own Hero And all your sadness is Yours And I will love you Because of it All

Listen as I promise, you deserve everything, especially to love again.

She is scared to love again, because people change their minds. She is scared to love again, because people leave with no answers, and she is sick of thinking it's because of fer.

You still love them, even if they no longer love you. There is bravery in letting go of a love you thought you knew. There is no shame in wanting someone who doesn't want you back. But darling, you deserve someone who wants to love you just as much.

There was nothing about you that was ever wrong in the first place. You were not made in error; there is no mistaking that everything you are was intended. The night loves all of the moon and her many phases.

You remind me of home, of all the simple things in life, of light and love and the reasons I am not alone. You remind me of hope, of the sea and the sky, every hug and every kiss from your lips to your thighs. I have flown around the world and met no one like you because you are all the things I keep coming back to.

You have every right to love your solitude. Being alone doesn't always mean you are lonely.

Sometimes the smallest details about a person are the biggest reasons why you love them.

I’ll see you when I see you I’ll still love you when I do But for now Goodbye to you Goodbye to all the things I can’t keep holding on to

I've traveled the world, seen sunsets and mountains and city skylines. And my idea of love has been constantly changing, but if it means anything, I like the way love feels, when I look at you and it's like I have the whole world right beside me.

Somewhere in between the tears and the constant waiting, she forgot her worth. She forgot what it means to be the sun, the stars, and the sea. She forgot what it means to love and to live and to be happy.

I’m learning to love myself, especially the thoughts in my mind. I’m learning that sometimes I will have dark thoughts and other times I won’t, and both are okay, as long as I remember I am always worth it.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are, and embraces you rather than judges you, hold on to this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

But love means different things to different people. It can be unexplainable, happen in mysterious ways. Even if her whole life the moon has been told to only love the night, sometimes instead she loves the way the sun lights up the days.

It makes me sad, truly, that you were made to feel as though you were annoying or stupid or that you aren't beautiful when you talk about the things you love or that you aren't interesting at 7 p.m. or 5 a.m. Your existence is important. You are important.

They say don't fall in love with writers because their poems are messy and their letters are empty words dressed up to look pretty. But I say fall in love with me because underneath the mess and in between the lines is a heart too full of love that would follow you to any city. Darling, kiss me like you need to feel safe because my lips want to know all the places you have been hurt so they can make all the pain drift away.

Will the way I love ever be enough

Love makes us both happy and sad and there is not a soul alive that has been able to understand why.

Time is valuable. For all the time we've lost by not being together, it has made you the most valuable thing to me.

If you are in love and withering, then this is not love, because when in love, a rose should bloom.

I have never known what this sadness feels like when you cannot feel the sun or the air around you And time they say will heal you but even my own mother doesn't know what to do. You promised to keep me safe You knew what the others had done and I fell for the sincerity in your face. Maybe I deserved this for trusting someone who could manipulate so easily Maybe I deserved this for not listening when mother knows best. But all I was trying to do was show you that even a monster can be loved.

When you take a lover who uncovers all your flaws, listens to the very essence of who you are, and embraces you rather than judges you, hold onto this love for a lifetime, as you will never find a love quite as pure.

When we met, there was a pull. Like two magnets unsure of the way we wanted to feel. You told me that night you were afraid of fireworks but loved colors in the sky. And all week I’ve been wondering if I could be a color you’d want to know.

there is no such thing as heart-lessness. If someone is cruel and un-kind, it is because they do not know of the kindness from strangers or the light within love. And if they do not know of light, how sad and lonely they must be, to become demons of the noght.

I know I overthink too much, like my mind is the sky and it explodes and rains stardust. I know I can be insecure, like I am always staring in the mirror and seeing another. But I will love you wholly. I will think of you often. I will make you feel like the sun, never ever forgotten. She said her favorite color was purple, and now I haven’t seen purple the same since. I see lavender and think of her, I see her bedroom walls and dream of her, I wear purple t-shirts to feel her around me, I write love letters in purple crayon, because she makes my heart wild and carefree. I know life doesn’t play out like the movies. But I want a happy ending with you.

I picked up all your things and I put them in a box. I was going to send them back to you, all those things you gave me when you promised I was the only thing you needed. And then I realized I can’t put every kiss in the box or return every “I love you.” I can’t return every time I held you or unwrite every love letter I wrote you. I can’t undo every time I touched you or unhear the way you said my name. I can’t send back every “You’re beautiful” because things will never be the same. What am I going to do with all these things if I can never pack them away?

i spend half the morning thinking about your phone call, and when we were up all night talking. How I felt the effect of your words on my heart. I lie in bed and I think of you. I know you come with baggage, but so do I. I know you're scared because of how others treated you. But as the sun rises and sets, I'm falling in love with all the things you do.

For your love, I'd wait forever.

But what is love where there is no trust and what is trust if after that day I couldn’t believe anything else you had to say

This is my life and I will fall for you every day because you are my love and I see you in everything.

Find the kind of love that doesn’t make you question their intentions. Find the kind of love that makes the distance between you worth it.

Here I am after all this time, hopelessly and madly in love with you.

People are not perfect, they have flaws. You don’t get to choose which ones to leave out. That’s not honest love.

distance often gives you a reason to love harder

May your weapon be kindness, Your shield compassion, May the flowers grow again, To sprout love from all this sadness

Time has no agenda. You can meet someone and love them right away or grow your love over many years. You could have known someone for eternity and they still could not understand your core existence, yet the stranger at the bus stop knows exactly who you are. Time doesn’t mean a thing. Of all the important things you must do today, there is none greater than showing kindness to your heart. For even the brightest make mistakes and the wisest do not have a thing to say. Be gentle with yourself, forgive yourself, even on your darkest day.

But your love is not with you, not tomorrow or the day after or the next. So you find your lover in your dreams, and this is why you are always smiling in the dark, right before you sleep

It hurt to love her Days spent wondering if she would get better But she could not save herself and I started to realize we weren’t meant to be and in the end the person I ended up saving was me

The world don't always love you for who you are. There are too many bodies here. Too many perceptions of what is and isn't beautiful. So here we are, with most of us uncomfortable in our own skin, wishing to be someone different. Thinking happiness only happens if you fit in. What to do when the world wants you to be prettier, skinnier, curvier, or have lighter or darker skin. You declare your own universe, bright and alive within your veins. You are the king or the queen, the one who makes the rules and ignores everyone who cannot see just how brilliant you are, made from atoms brighter than stars.

There was nothing about you that was ever wrong in the first place. You were not made in error; there is no mistaking that everything you are was intended. The night loves all of the moon and her many phases.

Tell me, I want to know Tell me about the moments that made your hands shake, tell me about your first kiss and the person who made your heart break. Tell me what you love to do in your spare time, tell me about all the places you want to sce, about your favorite books, songs, and flavors of tea. Tell me the thing that scares you most, tell me the moment you decided who you are. Tell me the colors that make you dizzy, tell me all the constellations you know. Tell me the things you hope for, the wishes you place on stars, tell me the candy that you like, the flowers that make you sigh. Tell me what makes you breathe, tell me and I'll never say goodbye.

Sometimes your body aches and you feel like lead and it’s easier to pull your covers all the way over your head and pray that you never wake up but it’s very important that you do.  So if you don’t feel beautiful when you open your eyes  I hope this reminds you that I think you are.  Just try to remember this too  In the moments you feel alone and every mountain is too great for all the answers left unknown and convinced it is always too late.  There is happiness in this life one day these troubles will fade all your strength is in the skyline no matter how heavy your heart weighs. And some days it seems hope and despair take turns but despite all our sadness the sun always returns.  I just wanted you to know that I’ll never care. How far you push me away  Because when I told you that I would stay, I meant it. And a little damaged  But you’re not hopeless  I know who you are.  I love who you are  And that’s why I’ll stay. 

But life is not about half doing. You cannot half love, or half accept, or half live. It’s about giving everything you have. When you are old and worn, do you really want to look back and say you gave the bare minimum? You owe yourself more than that.

The trees reminded me of unity, all lined up peacefully. I thought about who we all are as people, how we come together in moments we need hope. I thought about how we draw inspiration from each other, how we long to be in love with another. I wondered how many of us have someone else to rely on, what happens when we don’t. The nightmares that play over and over again when the days seem like they are running out of hope. And I wanted to stretch my arms out wide, welcome the hopes and dreams of others, nurture them, support them, remind you that things keep moving no matter how strange and difficult the world seems. The trees will continue to line the roads; the sun will shine through the clouds; and despite a very real feeling of doubt, just know that of you, I’ll always be proud.

Sometimes I worry that I won't find someone. That the person who deserves all this love I have to give out is out there with someone else. I worry that I won't find love to believe in, that I won't find a hand that fits with mine. I don't know how I can miss someone I've never met, but I do.

She was everything I had ever wanted but everything I couldn't have. It was difficult; every time she looked at me, every touch, every kiss, every moment I wanted to tell the world I loved her, but I knew it was impossible. It was more than the need to tell people I loved her; it was about not losing her. If I lost her, where would I be? Every day, I hoped it would be different. Every night, I dreamt we would be happy together and not judged for who we were or whom we loved. I already loved her; she was my best friend. I was just trying not to be in love with her too. And it was this fear that brought the fairy tale to an end. The greatest mistake I ever made was to give in to all the things that made me afraid. If you want my advice, it is this: Don't write your story the way I did. Don't let fear control your narrative. Don't let fear destroy your happy ending.

And if the moon could talk I wonder if he would tell the night Just how lovely she is With all those stars shining bright

Life is too short for games unless it’s a game of cards. Don’t text back right away; if you like them, pretend you don’t; and don’t you dare say I love you first. Well screw all that. I will text you back in three seconds; I will tell you that I like you; and if I love you, I’ll tell you every chance I get. Life is unpredictable, and I’d rather play every card as honestly as I can than have a deck full of regrets and what-ifs.

I wrote this thinking about you and how if you were a novel, you’d be an adventure of sadness and happiness and love lost in between. You would remind me of the sky and mountains and constellations and caffeine. You would be full of pages that make me laugh and other times fall apart. You would smell like history with a worn-out spine and ink that could still bleed. You would always be the novel I took down from the shelf to read.

That’s the thing about moving on. You are never going to find a love quite like the one before. The key is to stop wanting the same things and embrace the things to come.

A room is just a room if not filled with the things that make us smile an laugh and beam with pride. A day is just a day if not made up of moments that make us feel alive and convince us not to hide. A year is just a year if not spent with those we love to remind us we can do more than just survive. A life is just a life if not reflected upon often and memories fondly thought of from time to time.

You have every right to love your solitude Being alone doesn’t always mean you are lonely

I just wanted you to know That I’ll never care How far you push me away Because when I told you That I would stay I meant it You’re a little lost And a little damaged But you’re not hopeless I know who you are I love who you are And that’s why I’ll stay So you learn to love Yourself too

I tried to stop loving you so I built walls around my heart and found other names to whisper in the night. But you carved yourself into my veins whether you meant to or not. And sometimes I wonder if you remember the way we looked at each other or maybe you just forgot.

I will love you even if we don’t end up together. Even if you walk away from me, I will still love you. I will love you even if you marry someone else and on the coldest days of the year you spend your nights wishing you had married me after all, because no one knows how to ignite the fire in your soul quite the way I do.

Find me where the sun kisses the horizon; love me where the sky begins.

Did you mean to make my world stop turning? Do you remember the moment we stopped working? Why are you holding on when we are so clearly lost? If you ever even loved me, then break my heart quickly, because the ache is killing me slowly.

why are we taught to criticize, to compete, to judge? we compare our bodies, minds, abilities. we should teach each other to instead embrace, love and encourage our capabilities.

I know there isn’t a thing I could say to make the thoughts in your head any easier but I hope you know that above all the things running through your head sometimes it’s about what runs in your heart instead and if there’s anything I know about the things inside your heart it’s that they are beautiful things and strong things and things that will always be okay and if the things in your head seem a little messy and the things in your heart weigh a little heavy just know that you’ll beat all of these things and I’ll always love you even with all your things

It is always a war between the mind and body— I wish that I could take all your insecurities and all the reasons you don’t think you are beautiful and press them between the pages of a book, like flowers, so they will become art to you instead of such darkness. Your mind was made for strength and your body made for love.

We measure so many things— the speed of light, the distance from one house to the next, the inches we are in height. But often we forget to measure how many I love yous we say before time quickly passes us by or how many people we share honest conversations with, knowing we all exist under the same sky. We measure how far we’ve come by how many more miles we can run. We measure how much we’ve grown by a mark on the wall with our name. But how far we’ve come should be measured in what we choose to do with all our time, and how much we’ve grown should be decided by always choosing kindness, and not merely sometimes. For greatness is not measured in all the things you can do but by the grace that you show to all those in need of you.

For all the apologies you have given for things that didn’t need an apology, for all the nights you have looked in the mirror and struggled with your body, for all the moments you have broken and cried with your whole aching heart, for all the reasons you believe you don’t deserve another day and chance to start— know that I have been looking for you, hoping you are loved, wanting you to thrive, for when you are believed in, you fly, and when you are loved, you survive.

I spend half the morning thinking about your phone call, and when we were up all night talking. How I felt the effect of your words on my heart. I lie in bed and I think of you. I know you come with baggage, but so do I. I know you’re scared because of how others treated you. But as the sun rises and sets, I’m falling in love with all the things you do.

Love isn’t always about falling in love with a person. Love is passing your final exams. Love is watching the sun come up between the clouds. Love is finding the light when you were in the dark. Love is when your favorite TV show returns. Love is when your dog tilts its head with confusion. Love is a free ice cream voucher left on your car windshield. Love is the leaves falling in the fall. Love is learning the constellations. Love is solving a ridiculous math problem. Love is the changing Starbucks menu for the seasons. Love is watching a child play in the sandbox. Love is warm clothes when they come out of the dryer. When you say you’ve given up on love, all you’re really saying is that you’ve closed your eyes. Open them.

They wonder why we need big parades filled with color and confetti or a month dedicated to asking for recognition and empathy. And to them, I do not respond in anger or affliction, even if sometimes if feels like the easier thing to do. Instead, I ask, if you could not hold the hand of the person who put stars in your heart or were cast a look of distaste for simply expressing yourself in a way that feels like art. If you did not have the freedom to kiss the one you love, in front of all those who knew, then you would be marching too, wouldn't you?

Sensitivity is such an honorable thing.

We grieve things in this world, some more than others. We grieve when a cloudy sky covers the stars we have longed to see. We grieve alone on the bathroom floor, having lost an opportunity that meant everything and more. We grieve a love that changed us the moment it ended. We grieve the things that change us and the memories that break us. We grieve people we’ve never met and the moments we were never given. But there is a grief that makes me ache in a way I cannot always explain, and that is the grief of watching someone who deserves every beautiful thing in this world but who does not have the strength to see it themselves.

So many times, you have called in tears, heart shattered against the wall. Promising me you will find silver linings within this fall. Assuring me another broken heart doesn’t mean you are not fine. But I can hear the defeat just by the sound of your voice on the other line. So empty, so hollow. And it is the one thing I wish you could see clearly, that even when sometimes in life we hit rock bottom, this doesn’t mean that you are something to be forgotten. That you are not worthy of the love you so want to share with someone. But, beautiful girl, you keep choosing the wrong heart. More often the needs of the others you put before your own. The most graceful thing you can do is patch up your broken heart’s home.

I love you, like I love soup on a cold winter’s day. How it warms me, makes me feel at ease.

One day, you will find a home, and it won’t be a place, it will be a person. And you will be loved in spite of all the baggage and boxes you bring with you.

Of course, there are different kinds of love. There is infatuation and physical and emotional love. There’s respect and comfort love. There’s the kind of love you ignore, the kind you can’t stop thinking about, the kind you make work, the kind that seems impossible. But the love of your life embodies all love. That kind of love is all-consuming, emotional, physical, comforting. It doesn’t matter how many times you say “I love you,” at the end of the day, you know they will stay. True love doesn’t run away.

May your weapon be kindness Your shield compassion May the flowers grow again To sprout love from all this sadness

She asked me once what would I do if she lost her memory. How would I remind her of my touch, my scent, the way we kiss, from all these miles away. And so I told her, "You can still feel the sunlight from thousands of light-years away, you can still see the beauty in the stars burning miles before yesterday, you can still hear the call of your love's voice even after the dream ends, you can still understand the magic of a letter long after words have been penned." I told her that memory is more than being present. It is in the way I feel every time I see a flower in her favorite color; it is in the playlist we made each other this past summer. It is in the stories we share about our day; it is in the pictures we have that will last forever. I told my love, "The space between is not measured by how many lonely nights we spend apart but rather all the beautiful moments always connecting my heart to your heart.

And even if I was tired, eyes drowsy from too much wine, I could have listened to you for hours more, because the way you talk about the things you love is why it's you I adore.

And it didn't matter to me if the next eighty years were spent listening to her day from start to finish, because I want to listen. I love to listen to her. This is how I know she is the one, because I can't imagine listening to anyone else.

Be kind to yourself, the way you would be to someone you love

You didn’t have to say anything that night; you did everything with your body and your eyes. The way you sat next to me, you were close enough to reach but too far to touch. And your eyes, those eyes that once said you’d love me forever, now spilled tears that this wasn’t worth the fight anymore. When did you become so tired of us?