This paragraph from Carl Jung hits so hard.
“The world is full of people suffering from the effects of their own unlived life. They become bitter, critical, or rigid, not because the world is cruel to them, but because they have betrayed their own inner possibilities. The artist who never makes art becomes cynical about those who do. The lover who never risks loving mocks romance. The thinker who never commits to a philosophy sneers at belief itself. And yet, all of them suffer, because deep down they know: the life they mock is the life they were meant to live.”
“In the end,
I believe there is nothing we must do to be loved.
We spend our lives trying to look more beautiful, more intelligent.
But I've understood two things:
Those who love us see us with their hearts and give us qualities
beyond the ones we truly have.
And those who refuse to love us will never be satisfied with all our efforts.
Yes, truly.
I believe it is important to let our imperfections be.
They are precious,
for they help us understand those who see us with the heart.”
— Frida Kahlo
“The most romantic thing a man can do is create a love where a woman no longer feels the need to protect herself. A love that allows her to put down her armor, quiet her fears, and simply rest in the certainty that she is safe, valued, and deeply cherished. It is built through consistency, honesty, patience, and countless small acts of care that speak louder than promises ever could. In that kind of love, she doesn’t have to prove her worth or hide her vulnerabilities. She can be completely herself, knowing she will be met with understanding instead of judgment, and tenderness instead of fear. Sometimes, the greatest romance is simply giving someone a place where their heart can finally feel at home.”