Eine Sammlung von englische/deutsche Gedichten oder Kurzgeschichten,bei denen es meistens um Liebe geht.Ich hoffe,diese werden Menschen inspirieren und vielleicht wird der eine oder andere sie nachvollziehen :)

Veränderungen, die meinen Lebensweg um 180 Grad betroffen haben, sodass ich mehr derjenige sein kann , wer ich bin. Offensichlich ist es immer Wert, egal wie negativ, schrecklich und/oder sogar tragisch es erscheint. Alles passiert für das höchste und beste einer Seele, auf physischer und geistlicher Ebene natürlich.. und das alles war nur der beginn mehreren Reisen in dieser Realiät. Also ist das Buch als mehrere Abschnitte meines Weges geschrieben, es ist intensiv, persönlich, intim und voller Liebe, Trauer und Glück. Von meinem Herzen zu deinem, hoffe ich du findest was du brauchst, durch das was du hier lesen wirst.

Her name is Rose, she planted peonies and she loved. those were the words she has written.

For Diya, the loss of her twenties could potentially be the loss of her life. Now that she has turned 29 she has started her year of pilgrimage. It will end in a weighing by the Gods at age 30. At this weighing, she will be told what part of herself she must sacrifice. With each funeral of friends that she visits, the sinking feeling grows: her achievements are not valuable enough to save her. Will her year of pilgrimage lead her to a role she can play with passion, or will she have to pay the ultimate price?

A break-up. New love. Teenage trouble. Fighting parents. Confusing feelings. Being a teenager means trying to find peace, while your mind is restless. It means overthinking and feeling everything and nothing at the same time. Life is chaos. What happens when a girl who is desperate to feel loved meets a boy who is not sure about what he wants? When others get hurt in the process of falling in love? What does love for a young person even mean? Being a teenager means trying to find love without knowing what love is. This book shows a love story from the perspective of teenagers.

Simply not meant to be. We see the same stars, and the moon, even the same dreams at night. Our souls are longing to re-unite and only in each other's presence we can see the worlds true beauty. Though something significant lies inbetwen us, something impossible to ever overcome. Or is it?

Would I ever be the same person, after you left me fighting for myself? I guess not. Never would I've imagined, finding something so unique as our bound. Never in a million years. But that's the thing about healing. You grow - learning to live a life without that special person there for you. Celest: Some people say I'm a walking sunshine. Theodore says I should never change that about me. But how could I not, when he left me and took all of my happiness with him? I try to be that person for him. I really do. But the grief left me utterly alone in the dark. All the shimmers of hope are gone, but are they really? Sometimes we find hope in the strangest places, or even in a person, one would never thought of as the last shimmer of hope before.