Emma Garcia

read somewhere that the state of a woman’s house is linked to her state of mind.

really put my shit into perspective.’

haven’t actually finished unpacking yet, but I know, even when I have, it’s going to be depressing. You know why? Because it’s a single girl’s flat. Nothing against single girls, mind; it’s just that I’m not one of them. I might have moved out, but I’m still a fiancée. I’m ‘in a relationship’.

Give up on loving him, but don’t give up on love.

But just because they didn’t like him, they’re acting as if I shouldn’t either, and dismissing my pain. Do I have to wear a banner? ‘Warning! Heartbroken. May cry.’ But it’s not that they don’t see it; it’s just that they can’t help. I have to go through this by myself.

It seems like everyone else is moving at a different pace to me, cruising along with purpose in the great sea of life while I’m stricken and slowly sinking.

It’s nothing against you to fall down flat, but to lie there - that’s disgrace.’

‘When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.’

‘Love is when the person they see in you is better than the person you are, and you really want to close the gap.’

‘Try not to anticipate love; it’s never how you think it will be. I once made a drama of it. But I’ve found love to be calm and gentle, and passion quiet and deep. Bliss comes from the certainty. My love is the staff that I lean on after one of life’s hard climbs. He’s constant and true, quick to forgive and easy company. His beauty is in his dignity, his faith, his maleness and his way of moving. He makes me laugh and laughs with and at me.