N R Hart Quotes

Some souls just understand each other upon meeting.

Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is let someone love you.

I will write you into my forever.

I don't want perfect I want something real. Something that makes me feel.

She wants a warrior lover with strong hands wild eyes and a poet's heart.

We do not choose who we love but rather our souls choose for us.

And, most days she survives on coffee, poetry and love...romancing herself back to life.

Souls tend to go back to who feels like home.

Still I would die tomorrow knowing I spend a handful of breathless moments with you than live a lifetime of ordinary breathing.

But you were most beautiful when I saw all of you. Your scars and secrets.

Legend has it there is always a reason why souls meet. Maybe they found each other for reasons that weren't so different after all. They were two souls searching and found a home lost in each other. When souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible. The reasons they are brought together are no accident. Maybe she needed someone to show her how to live and he needed someone to show him how to love.

My soul and your soul are forever tangled.

Her love is safe inside his heart for he is her armor.

Our souls fell in love long before we ever knew.

She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But you never knew what was going in that pretty little head of hers. Whether she was planning a tea party; or a plot to take over the world.

I had the wind knocked out of me today after I picked myself back up I decided I would become the fucking hurricane instead.

Some souls just understand each other upon meeting." ~ N.R. Hart

You can never forget the ones that made you feel.

Maybe she needed someone to show her how to live and he needed someone to show him how to love.

My soul is in love with your soul.

She loves deeply regardless of the love she gets back in return, and it is both her biggest strength, and her biggest weakness.

She brings out the beauty in his broken soul.

You are soul food for my ravenous mind.

I will love you hard enough to shed that armor you hold around your heart.

As long as I am breathing I will hope...and I will love with every last breath.

As a writer you try to listen to what other's aren't saying...and write about the silence.

I miss you in a breathless desperate sort of way.

Only love can save us.

My heart still speaks of our fire.

We were soul deep in love, our souls loved one another long before we ever knew this was a once in a lifetime love. One we cannot undo.

She wants a warrior lover, with wild eyes, strong hands and a poet's heart.

As a writer you try to listen to what others aren't saying...and write about the silence.

I can still hear your voice telling me I was e v e r y t h i n g to you. I wasn't.

Listen to what your heart pumps for. It beats for what is loves.

Listen to what your heart pumps for. It beats for what it loves.

And, in the end what we will remember most is a beautiful heart and how it made us feel.

Forget the ones who tell you you are not enough and wait for the ones who tell you you are everything.

I would rather suffer with passion than not feel anything at all.

She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But you never could tell what was going on in that pretty little head of hers. Whether she was planning her next tea party; or a plot to take over the world.

We were destined to meet no matter the distance, we return to each other again and again. It's that once in a lifetime connection, the ones that make you feel more alive just sitting next to them; even the silence is comfortable because you feel more complete in their presence. I don't know what it is about him...only that when I look into his eyes I see a reflection of my soul staring back at me".

We were destined to meet no matter the distance, we return to each other again and again. It's that once in a lifetime connection, the ones that make you feel more alive just sitting next to them; even the silence is comfortable because you feel more complete in their presence. I don't know what it is about him...only that when I look into his eyes I see a reflection of my soul staring back at me.

If I love you then I will turn you into poetry.

As a girl she was told to be seen and not heard, until one day she decided she had much to say... and became a legend instead.

I wanted to feel my life while I was living it. I did not want to get to the end of my life not loving what I was meant to love.

You don't always have to understand someone in order to love them.

This heart; a stubborn one always feeling everything; all at once.

She has a pretty soul and writes pretty poetry.

She feels souls.

Yes, love can be wondrously complicated, it can be confusing, and it can be terrifying. But if it wasn’t all those things, then it isn’t love.

How was I to know this tiny spark would spread like wildfire.

And if you cannot find your way out of the darkness I will sit there with you and show you the stars.

I will always be the ever-hopeful completely hopeless romantic.

Many fall for her wild heart but so few know how to love her.

Legend has it there is always a reason why souls meet. Maybe they found each other for reasons that aren't so different after all. They were two souls searching and found a home lost in each other. When souls find comfort in one another separation is not possible. The reasons they are brought together are no accident... Maybe she needed someone to show her how to live and someone needed him how to love.

Eind van de middag, ik was net uit school thuisgekomen (daar had ik zorgvuldig geheimgehouden dat ik jarig was om te voorkomen dat ik zou moeten trakteren, want daarvoor wilde mijn moeder mij geen versnaperingen meegeven), kwam mijn grootvader met zijn cadeau aanzetten. Aan de alsmaar naderbij komende, zeer krachtige tikken van zijn wandelstok op de trottoirtegels kon je horen dat hij zich erop verheugde andermaal een naar hem vernoemde kleinzoon gul te bedelen. Hij droeg een groot pak en overhandigde mij dat in de woonkamer. Plechtig verwijderde ik het papier. Wat mij op mijn achtste jaar ten deel was gevallen, bleek een vorstelijke meccanodoos te zijn. Weliswaar geen nieuwe fiets, maar toch iets ongehoords. Mijn grootvader verwijderde zich weer, want er was op dat moment niemand bij de hand om mee te dammen. Mij leek toen het grote ogenblik gekomen om de meccanodoos verder uit te pakken en ermee aan de slag te gaan. Toen ik aanstalten maakte om hem te openen, riep mijn moeder: 'Wat doe je nou?' 'Ik ga hem openmaken, ik wil ermee spelen.' 'Ben je helemaal betoeterd geworden? Zo'n duur cadeau. Blijf af.' 'Maar... maar... ik heb hem toch van opa gekregen. Ik wil ermee spelen.' 'Geen sprake van, afblijven. Zo'n duur cadeau, en daar wou je zomaar met je tengels aanzitten? Niks hoor, ik zet hem weg.' Ze pakte de meccanodoos op en plaatste hem achter lakens en slopen in het dressoir. Toen mijn vader thuiskwam, werd de doos weer tevoorschijn gehaald en wederom vol verbazing aanschouwd. Zeker, het was geen nieuwe fiets, maar toch... Wat een cadeau. 'Opa 't Hart is maar goed op je,' zei mijn vader. 'Maar ik mag er niet mee spelen,' zei ik verongelijkt. 'Nee, natuurlijk niet,' zei mijn vader, 'daar heeft je moeder groot gelijk in, zo'n duur cadeau, het zou gekkenwerk zijn als je daar met je poten aan zou zitten. D'r kan zomaar een schroefje of moertje of ander onderdeeltje kwijtraken, niks hoor, je moeder bergt hem weer netjes op.' 'Zo is het,' zei mijn moeder, en weg ging de meccanodoos.

She was a quiet girl, a thoughtful girl. But, you were never quite sure what was going on inside that pretty little head of hers. Was it planning her next tea party; or plotting to take over the world.

Only the heart knows...what it did for love.

She was an intoxicating collection of poems, roses, and stardust

Girls like us we know of no other way to love; it takes everything we have.

We are the wild ones; don't let them tame you.

I will always kiss you like it is our first and last kiss. Always.

You do not choose who you love but rather... our souls choose for us.

But you were most beautiful when I saw all of you, scars and secrets.

He was wildfire and I wanted to burn.

His look his touch his heat spread like wildfire through me.

I am so brave with love and yet, so weak.

We were destined to meet no matter the distance, we return to each other again and again. It's that once in a lifetime connection, the ones that make you feel more alive just sitting next to them; even the silence is comfortable because you feel more complete in their presence. I don't know what it is about him...only that when I look into his eyes I see a reflection of my soul staring back at me".

Love isn’t a thinking thing. Love is a feeling thing.

As long as I am breathing I will hope.. and I will love with every last breath

It's that once in a lifetime connection, the ones that make you feel more alive just sitting next to them; even the silence is comfortable because you feel more complete in their presence. I don't know what it is about him...only that when I look into his eyes I see a reflection of my soul staring back at me".