Stranger To Soulmate Quotes

i have a friend request from some stranger on facebook and i delete it without looking at the profile because that doesn't seem natural. 'cause friendship should not be as easy as that. it's like people believe all you need to do is like the same bands in order to be soulmates. or books. omg... U like the outsiders 2... it's like we're the same person! no we're not. it's like we have the same english teacher. there's a difference.

It happens like this. "One day you meet someone and for some inexplicable reason, you feel more connected to this stranger than anyone else--closer to them than your closest family. Perhaps this person carries within them an angel--one sent to you for some higher purpose; to teach you an important lesson or to keep you safe during a perilous time. What you must do is trust in them--even if they come hand in hand with pain or suffering--the reason for their presence will become clear in due time." Though here is a word of warning--you may grow to love this person but remember they are not yours to keep. Their purpose isn't to save you but to show you how to save yourself. And once this is fulfilled; the halo lifts and the angel leaves their body as the person exits your life. They will be a stranger to you once more. ------------------------------------------------- It's so dark right now, I can't see any light around me. That's because the light is coming from you. You can't see it but everyone else can.

Sex parties, alcohol and drugs lost their appeal to Sven after a while. Music never did, in his continual search for that sober connection--intimacy with one person over a long period of time, as opposed to periods of intimacy with a bunch of random faces.

What is it which makes a man and a woman know that they, of all other men and women in the world, belong to each other? Is it no more than chance and meeting? no more than being alive together in the world at the same time? Is it only a curve of the throat, a line of the chin, the way the eyes are set, a way of speaking? Or is it something deeper and stranger, something beyond meeting, something beyond chance and fortune? Are there others, in other times of the world, whom we should have loved, who would have loved us? Is there, perhaps, one soul among all others--among all who have lived, the endless generations, from world's end to world's end--who must love us or die? And whom we must love, in turn--whom we must seek all our lives long--headlong and homesick--until the end?

Honour the way a stranger can make sense in your world. Most people have been around for years without shaking our core & then one small instant in time, we cross paths with that one person who before them we didn't know what we were exactly looking for. Over 6 billion people I share this planet with and I've only felt that soul shaking, jaw dropping connection 4 times. Believe me when I say it's rare and you definitely owe it to yourself to honour it.

I wrote this about you, about our love, our story. And I feel so damn lucky that others in this world, strangers in other parts, can steal a piece of what we have and feel so lucky too.

The greatest love stories are unexpected, unexplained... choreographed chaos played out in God’s timing. It feels like a chance encounter with a familiar stranger... Like a rekindling of an eternal flame.

How I miss wandering around with old souls, Aimlessly moving from one place to another How I miss all our dreams and our goals And how we've lost ourselves to find each other Seems like a playful game of hide-n-seek But that's how we'll forever play this life Loving and living the truth that we seek Until embraced we find our way to strive Gazing into strangers' eyes to find our soul mates, Knowing we're so much closer than we thought. Our heart keeps the light that forever radiates Through all the darkness, 'til love is taught And yet again we look into the skies, We see the stars, the moon, that light Missing our home beyond the nights Living in love until the end of the fight.

How Rare & Magical that Moment when we talked to a stranger in our life than he/she became your friend than your soulmate ♥. . كم هي نادرة وسحرية تلك اللحظة حين نتكلم مع شخص غريب في حياتنا ثم ذلك الشخص الغريب يصبح صديقك ثم روحك التوأم

I loved him before I knew him. I missed him before I met him. We were soulmates long before we were strangers.

I see a stranger in your eyes, where once I saw a soulmate.

A stranger can become soul mate, but just as quickly a soul mate can also become stranger.

Our soulmate is revealed only once during our life. Maybe it's a glimpse of a stranger. Maybe it's our best friend. The timing may not always be right. But, when they're shown to us, we know it's them. Then, life happens. We grow. We age. We develop scars. And we remember that glimpse. Some are lucky enough to spend the rest of their lives with that person. Some, like me, have only memories.

Pretty people are a dime a dozen and sex can be had with a complete stranger......but crossing paths with one who awakens within you a poetic melody that echoes throughout the depths of your soul, that is one of life's truest delicacies.

How absurd is it that when we are in love, we divide the world into two. One that holds our lover and the other that holds everyone else. What is even more absurd is that we live in that second world and every day, we pass by strangers who remind us of our lover: how they are like them and how they are not.

Sometimes you could meet a complete stranger and just know you really liked them.

The idea of a random stranger walking up to me one day and saying, 'Hey, baby, you smell like forever. Let's do it,' isn't all that appealing honestly.

Sometimes souls vibe even before eyes meet. They’re a familiar stranger. It’s difficult to explain, but when you feel it, you know it.

You saved my life,” she said faintly. “Why?” His fingertip trailed over her freckled cheek. “Because the world would be a much darker and duller place without you, ma chère.

A heart-to-heart conversation with your soulmate, not sex, is the most intimate experience of your life. While sex is a brief exchange of physical pleasures, conversation is a lifelong exchange of souls. After each conversation, you're no longer the same person you were before—you've shared a piece of your soul and received a part of hers in return.

If you recall, I was pretty supportive about your midlife crisis,” I remind her. “It wasn’t easy to let my sister go on a road trip with a dangerous stranger⁠—” “Hey, I resent that. I was a trustworthy stranger,” Ethan interrupts. “We didn’t know you back then. You could’ve been a serial killer for all we knew.” “But I wasn’t,” he insists and grins like an idiot in love, waggling his eyebrows at Lily. “Just her soulmate.

Soulmates in Strangers [10w] We find soulmates in passing strangers because of childhood longings.

So what’s your deal? Do you have a husband, boyfriend or something else?” His question made her eyes fly open and she shot him a peeved stare, “Why should that concern you in the least?” “Well, I was just wondering if that was the reason you were rushing home at this hour.” “My goodness, are you always this upfront with people you’ve just met?” “Then tell me, did my comment touch a nerve? Did you have an unwanted…” “OMGee, are you serious? Do you think that I would ever share something that personal with you?” She bit the side of her bottom lip hoping to refrain from cussing at him. “If you fell pregnant then would you want to raise the kid knowing that the father is not your husband? Or better yet being forced into a marriage just because there’s a kid involved?” “Firstly Hunter, women these days don’t need husbands to have kids because there are clinics for those kind of things. And secondly, I would never want to marry someone after a one night stand! That would leave me being an outright imbecile!” Was she seriously having this conversation with a stranger? He remained silent but she noticed his jaw twitch. Samara wondered what the reason was behind his odd questions about unwanted pregnancies. Did this happen to him or a loved one?

A conversation, not sex, is the most intimate experience. While sex is a brief exchange of physical pleasures, conversation is a lifelong exchange of souls. You're no longer the same person you were before—you've shared a piece of your soul and received a part of hers in return.

Who you sympathized with came down to which kind of behavior you found more unstable: the notion of marrying a stranger to get a free week in Vegas or the idea of seeking your soulmate on a Fox game show.

When I travel, I love meeting my soulmates who are disguised as strangers.

Anthony, my soulmate. William, my stranger, and Nick, my savior.

Not a stranger, as Gabe claimed, but the wife of his former boss, Max Cameron. The media mogul who’d recruited Gabe to NewZ from a landscape gardener.

Essa didn’t need Gata’s surge of welcome to alert her that this was a friend: she had already recognized this man with a shock and a thrill which both exhilarated her and took her aback. How was it that this total stranger was already familiar? As if she had dreamed him. She had heard that this could happen but had never believed it. Now it picked her up and chastised her like a cat shakes a kitten, briskly and lovingly. “He was staring and smiling, held in this motionless moment which was not nearly as long as it seemed.

Max’s eyes turned smoky. “Why are you smiling like that?” She told him the truth. “I am thinking, Max, that before long, I am going to have you wrapped around my finger.” The statement caused him to laugh. “Lysette,” he replied softly, “before long, I am going to be wrapped around your entire body.

Two becoming one. Fighting reverently to become two again but never at the expense of the oneness they had both once battled to achieve. This was love. A moment in time with a person once a stranger, now telling them all the intimacies of your quiet little life. Wanting to see every city their eyes have ever touched. To do with them all that excites you.

Suppose you see a person in a secure and homely environment. You don't interact with them but your mind registers some feature of them. Then you see the same feature in a stranger in a strange environment. You will feel a sweet curiosity and attraction towards that stranger because they will give you secure and homely feeling at a strange place.

Every relationship we have in our lives, whether it lasts five hours with a stranger on a plane or fifty years with our soulmate, is meant to teach us something.