Dominic Riccitello Quotes - Page 2

The silences weren’t awkward. For me at least. Because I was there in the moment with him.

Who knows if you’re alive anymore, but better yet, who knows if I’m even alive anymore?

Sticks and stones may break my bones but your words were always the hardest.

He grabbed my hand and that’s when I felt my heart beat for the very first time.

Your intuition speaks on a higher plane than anything you’ll ever grasp.

Loving him made me never want to love another human being.

My months are spent preparing for the fall.

I’ve spent awhile trying to figure out where I’m going and the only thing I’ve come to realize is it doesn’t matter where, it’s how I get there.

I'm accustomed to toxicity and can’t control myself when I’m near it.

I see more light than dark, but when I encounter dark I seem to get lost in it.

I worked with him in a way where there was no need to align. We felt and the feeling was simple but complex. It was the intensity in our grasp and when it was done, it was done.

The problem was I always took the blame. But he was wrong. But I thought me taking the blame could fix it.

Sometimes he does talk back, but sometimes he doesn’t. Sometimes he’s not there; and from time to time I believe this was all nothing but imaginary.

I loved you, I did. I believe I even sold myself a bit: on your love, my lust, your hair and just the way we stood there. How the air smelled of you, the way your shirt was cursed with blues. The way we danced by the ocean in front your mini-garden. The white fence, your loveliness and the heavenly kisses. It’ll always be the sheets, lying beside, holding your arm and kissing your hair in a loving stride.

He wasn’t a good person, but I painted him to be and since I painted it, I believed it.

I believe we were right for each other, but not in that moment, which perhaps hindered any possibility of a future.

I didn’t fear you. I feared us. I feared what could have been. I feared what could be. I feared the connection we had between each other. The toxicity because I could grasp the danger.

Stop making excuses for other people. For why they do certain things. For how they treat people or how they treat you. Giving excuse and justifcation gives defense which lets them act however they want. It allows them because you tolerated it. Don’t accept less than what you’re worth because you’re worth a lot.

Someone's therapist knows all about you.

I love you, but I’m more in love with myself and that’s the problem.

Mountains in the distance remind me of you.

I don’t want content. I want slight fear. Anxiety. I want a longing devotion for a twist of absence. The feeling of complete isn’t quite pleasing.

Losing someone doesn’t scare me. Death doesn’t scare me. What scares me is the inability to no longer feel the touch of the one you love.

He wasn’t my boyfriend, but he was something. Someone who made a positive impact on my life regardless of the negative. He changed my perspective for the better and made me who I am in this very second. I appreciate, cherish, and thank him for it; and I will for this life and into any life that may come.

His whisper was the softest sound I ever knew, which seemed to bring the loudest heartbeat.

The truth is: I was lost in him. I had gone from losing one of the most important people in my life and then losing someone I loved a month later. I wrapped myself in people, in lust, in the idea of love. I met him and I met a gentlemen, and when I found out who he truly was, I was still in love with the gentleman and justified all of his actions.

You want to know what I loved about him? Everything. From a freckle on his ass down to his undying selfish need to always be right.

If I had amnesia, I know I would fall in love with you all over again.

I’m floating. I’m flowing. I’m loving, but I’m going.

When you know, you know and it flows in your mind like waves. Coming forward as it pulls with the tide. It brings anxiety, terror, and it’s beyond anything plausible.

Arrogance will kill anything and everything you ever possibly have.

we were justlooking for what couldinstead of what waswhat should beinstead of how it was

Silence is only awkward if one cannot feel a connection with the other.

There was no unknown. He loved me and I loved him. There was no question, no doubt, no uncertainty, which perhaps caused us to lose ourselves indefinitely and enter a void so permanent. One where we stood with such confidence, which sounds lovely; but when you believe you have everything, you simply lose everything.

All of my bad ideas were always my best.

And sometimes being in love is not enough to make it work.

Occasionally we must disconnect to reconnect later on.

Life isn’t about building something with someone else. It’s about building something for a cause greater than yourself, but if someone comes along and they’re worthy enough, we let them build with us.

It was love. It was lust. It was just between us. The passion, the desire, the fire. The way we held on in so little time and his eyes when he saw me for the first time.

And I went into the new year loving myself a little less, but a little more where it actually mattered.

Masochists hold on to broken people. Artists hold on to broken memories.

Some long for acceptance while others fear for anything ordinary.

I went into the new year loving myself in different ways, in a different possibility. It was then that I understood things I hadn’t. It was then that I understood people I hadn’t. We work in ways where sometimes we don’t align because our intersections lead us elsewhere. We find ourselves in rapids which lead to lightning, in beds that leave us homesick. We lust after the impetuous, in hopelessness, and sometimes in the reactive. We like things and people who are bad for us and that’s fine. It’s fine because it’s life. It happens. They exist. We exist. We all exist together in this world where nothing seems to make sense. Where everything is nothing but imaginary because it’s what we imagine it to be. Reality exists and it’s there, but life is what you make it. Your actions ask for it. How you exist is how you exist.We take every new year and give it a theme because we’re scared of how it could be. You change in the moment, not by years. You be to become and becoming is something which frightens people. Lead by example instead of letting the example lead you. Take this new year and find yourself in people who question it because questioning is how you gain from it.

I love you, but there will be a dozen more too.

I loved him to death. Then I came to realization with how arrogant he was and instead of falling out of love, I fell harder. Every passing day I fell a little harder, a little faster, and a little sadder. I became anxious, obsessive, hurt, and sad. But one morning I awoke to realize I fell out of it. I loved him. I still do. But I was in love with him until the death of the relationship. Now I just love him. From afar. From the knowledge. From the happiness an individual gave me.

If you’re in a relationship and find yourself constantly using “we” instead of “I” - stop. You are more than your relationship.

Relationships aren’t meant to be based upon example. If you go with the flow all will come.

Making love with strangers is how you get hurt.

It wasn’t good. It was good in the beginning and I held on to that.

I gave him my heart without thinking how it would feel if he returned it.

I knew I’d be troubled, but who knew awhile meant forever?

You can’t just be. You have to become.

Instead of writing my rules, I followed his. And that’s when I knew it all went wrong.

You didn’t understand the poem, but that was because it wasn’t for you. It was for me to understand the pain you put me through.

I’m not thankful for being fucked over, I’m thankful for what I took from it. What I learned. What I taught myself in that particular moment. I'm grateful someone was able to take me there and let me be in that moment - not with them, but with myself. How my emotions could surrender to someone and make me feel everything I felt. It destroyed me, but I made my way through; and I look back years from, and I still love him, I do.

I’m not looking for anything, but who knows. Lightning is weird.

Eventually I’ll stop writing about you and it’ll be bittersweet. Not because I’m not in love with you, but because I’ll just love you.

Broken boys are dangerous, but broken men are lovely.

I realized I loved him after everything went wrong so I wallowed in self-pity and prayed I could wake up.

It takes awhile, but eventually you realize they lost you. You didn’t lose them.