How to be a Genuine and Fun-Loving Person

1. Value and respect the fact that you are a totally unique individual, with your own destiny to fulfill. Believe in who you are, what you think and believe, your gifts and talents, and what you have to offer to those around you.

2. Refuse to give into negative feelings of anxiety, self doubt or insecurity. In fact, “fake it till you make it” is often good advice … So, ignore how you feel, and act the way you want to be. Choose to switch off the old tapes that keep on playing in your head, and try to visualize your goals and then push on and seek to reach them.

3. Don’t pay any attention to what others think about you. The most important judgment should be yours, and yours alone. If you live in constant fear of what others think about you, it will only hold you back from realizing your potential. Also, you’re not a clone of others as each of us is different. Don’t be afraid to be unique or to stand out against the crowd.

4. Accept that you have good points, and areas for growth. We’re all a mix of different qualities, and flaws, and traits. We all make mistakes – it’s what you do with them matters – so embrace the fact you’re human and won’t always get it right.

5. Also, develop a tough skin and don’t take insults personally. Look back and laugh – don’t cower – or criticise yourself. It won’t help if you’re sensitive or worried all the time. It’s better to forgive yourself, and then move on again.

6. Develop your ability to think creatively. Try out those new ideas, and choose to live outside the box.

7. Seek to enjoy this moment, and to live life in the present. Be grateful for the small things, and savour all you have.

— Lauren Oliver, Delirium

“I guess that’s just part of loving people:

 You have to give things up. Sometimes you

 even have to give them up.”

— Keen Malasarte, "This Is My Way Of Loving You"

“Falling for you
wasn’t by choice,
but I did anyway.
And I told myself
that it was
okay.
That loving you
even on my own
was okay.
So I gave you my heart
without expecting you
to give me yours back.
I loved you,
anyway.
I stayed for you,
anyway,
to watch
to appreciate
to give
and to show you
that there are people
that will do anything
it takes
to make you happy
to make you smile
to make sure,
that you are given
all you deserve
even if the person you grow
to love in the end,
is someone
whose name
is much different
from mine.”

— T.B. LaBerge // Go Now

Sometimes we need to stop and say “Thank you for loving me.”
It is such a simple thing to say yet it carries so much weight, whether it is with a spouse while you both read your books or it’s with a friend who has been with you through thick and thin or it is to a family member who has loved you from the start.

Those words, that thought, the action of saying it to them with purpose and truth can mean the world to them. Because after all, they mean enough for you to say “Thank you for loving me.”

― Nicholas Sparks, Message in a Bottle

“This is not a goodbye, my darling, this is a thank you. Thank you for coming into my life and giving me joy, thank you for loving me and receiving my love in return. Thank you for the memories I will cherish forever. But most of all, thank you for showing me that there will come a time when I can eventually let you go.”

Got an email:

I have a theory: I think it’s easier to love the people who you know will never love you back, like celebrities or older boys you just see in the halls, because they can’t hurt you on purpose. You can love them and give them your heart, but you do not trust them with it because you’re aware that they’ll probably break it. But you know that when you give your heart to them. When you they do break your heart, like when they kiss their celebrity girlfriend or hold hands with someone else, you can’t blame them, because they don’t even know they’re hurting you. It’s different from loving someone who loves you back. The piece of your heart that you give to them is breakable, yet you trust them not to break it. You trust them to protect it when someone else comes along to test its strength. And when you see them break your heart, it hurts so much more, because they know what they’re doing to you, and they do it anyway.

Love, -----

like breathing

“Loving you has become
like breathing:
mindless,
routine,
yet essential to life.”

— Loving Kindness Metta

May I be filled with loving kindness,

May I be well,

May I be peaceful and at ease,

May I be free from suffering

May you be filled with loving kindness,

May you be well,

May you be peaceful and at ease,

May you be free from suffering.

May all beings be filled with loving kindness,

May all beings be well,

May all beings be peaceful and at ease,

May all beings be free from suffering.”

— Unknown

“Loving someone who doesn’t love you in return

… is like trying to fly with a broken wing.”

— Stevie Nicks

When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty. The world teaches you that the way you exist in it is disgusting — you watch boys cringe backward in your dorm room when you talk about your period, blue water pretending to be blood in a maxi pad commercial. It is little things, and it is constant. In a food court in a mall, after you go to the gynaecologist for the first time, you and your friend talk about how much it hurts, and over her shoulder you watch two boys your age turn to look at you and wrinkle their noses: the reality of your life is impolite to talk about. The world says that you don’t have a right to the space you occupy, any place with men in it is not yours, you and your body exist only as far as what men want to do with it. At fifteen, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. At almost thirty, you find fifteen-year-old boys you have never met still somehow believe you should bend your body to their will. They are children. They are children.

— Amy Poehler

“Opening your heart and being courageous and telling people that you care about them or like them or that you think they’re special only makes you a better, bigger, kinder, softer, more loving person and only attracts more love in your life.”

Do not confuse having less with being less,

Do not confuse having less with being less, having more with being more, or what you have with who you are. Be yourself, love yourself and accept yourself. When you love yourself, you will learn that your self worth does not revolve around another person but rather is enhanced by the other person.

so today let’s fall in love with the person in the mirror, the one you see everyday but seldom truly look at, the one who gives more than they ever take. Today let’s take nothing, not this day, not this moment, not this chance, not even ourselves, for granted.

Let’s first love who we are.

— Lauren Oliver

“I guess that’s just part of loving people: You have to give things up. Sometimes you even have to give them up.”

— Elizabeth Kubler-Ross

“The most beautiful people we have known are those who have known defeat, known suffering, known struggle, known loss, and have found their way out of the depths. These persons have an appreciation, a sensitivity, and an understanding of life that fills them with compassion, gentleness, and a deep loving concern. Beautiful people do not just happen.”

-Ai Yazawa

"People like hurting each other... but loving is not a waste."

Loving a wrong person

Loving a wrong person doesn't mean you are stupid. 

It was stupid of that person not to appreciate your love.

— Donald Miller, Blue Like Jazz

“Sometimes you have to watch somebody love something before you can love it yourself. It’s as if they are showing you the way.”

pretending not to love you was the hardest thing i've ever done

— Joseph Joubert

“A part of kindness consists in loving people

 more than they deserve.”

Being a

Being a person is a matter of birth. 

Being an adult is a matter of age. 

But being a loving, caring friend is a matter of choice.