“Look for something, find something else, and realize that what you've found is more suited to your needs than what you thought you were looking for.” Lawrence Block
miercuri, 25 decembrie 2013
marți, 26 noiembrie 2013
I'm like that!
Coco Chanel used to say... “It’s probably not just by chance that I’m alone. It would be very hard for a man to live with me, unless he’s terribly strong. And if he’s stronger than I, I’m the one who can’t live with him. … I’m neither smart nor stupid, but I don’t think I’m a run-of-the-mill person. I’ve been in business without being a businesswoman, I’ve loved without being a woman made only for love. The two men I’ve loved, I think, will remember me, on earth or in heaven, because men always remember a woman who caused them concern and uneasiness. I’ve done my best, in regard to people and to life, without precepts, but with a taste for justice.”
duminică, 17 noiembrie 2013
Timing is everything
“I fell in love with you that summer all those years ago. I never really told you, because of everything that happened. But I suppose I've been in love with you ever since.
Everything's been wrong with us, timing -wise. Hasn't it?
I just wanted you to know I wasn't an idiot, some stupid bastard who wanted to hurt you. I could never do that to you. There were reasons.” ― Harriet Evans, Happily Ever After
Everything's been wrong with us, timing -wise. Hasn't it?
I just wanted you to know I wasn't an idiot, some stupid bastard who wanted to hurt you. I could never do that to you. There were reasons.” ― Harriet Evans, Happily Ever After
vineri, 1 noiembrie 2013
who knows???
“We do have a lot in common. The same air, the same Earth, the same sky. Maybe if we started looking at what's the same instead of always looking at what's different,...well, who knows?”― Meowth
duminică, 13 octombrie 2013
You'll always be the ONE
“You’ll get over it…” It’s the clichés that cause the trouble. To lose someone you love is to alter your life for ever. You don’t get over it because ‘it” is the person you loved. The pain stops, there are new people, but the gap never lose...s. How could it? The particularness of someone who mattered enough to grieve over is not made anodyne by death. This hole in my heart is in the shape of you and no-one else can fit it. Why would I want them to?”-Jeanette Winterson, Written on the Body
sâmbătă, 14 septembrie 2013
Pentru tine...
“Niciodată nu te voi trăda de tot, deși te-am trădat şi te voi trăda la fiecare pas; Când te-am urât nu te-am putut uita; Te-am blestemat, ca să te suport; Te-am refuzat, ca să te schimbi; Te-am chemat și n-ai venit, am urlat și nu mi-ai zâmbit, am fost trist și nu m-ai mângâiat.” Emil Cioran
vineri, 6 septembrie 2013
duminică, 25 august 2013
sâmbătă, 24 august 2013
Seeing him...
“I had not intended to love him; the reader knows I had wrought hard to extirpate from my soul the germs of love there detected; and now, at the first renewed view of him, they spontaneously revived, great and strong! He made me love him without looking at me.” from Jane Eyre
miercuri, 14 august 2013
miercuri, 7 august 2013
Looking for love
I've decided to stop looking for love and let love find me because the way its looking, I'm looking in all of the wrong places.
vineri, 2 august 2013
sâmbătă, 27 iulie 2013
vineri, 19 iulie 2013
duminică, 14 iulie 2013
luni, 8 iulie 2013
sâmbătă, 6 iulie 2013
marți, 2 iulie 2013
Broken
“The Young Man came to the Old Man seeking counsel.
I
broke something, Old Man.
How
badly is it broken?
It's
in a million little pieces.
I'm
afraid I can't help you.
Why?
There's
nothing you can do.
Why?
It
can't be fixed.
duminică, 23 iunie 2013
You
“It's when I'm standing six feet away from you and not being able to find the words to tell you how much I love you and how much I miss you that I want to just scream to the whole room that I'm still in love with you. It's when I'm sitting alone with the phone in my hand dialing your number and hanging up that I would trade a thousand tomorrows for just one yesterday. Then I could just call you to tell you goodnight. It's when I am really sad about something and need someone to talk to that I realize you're the only one who really knew me at all. It's when I cry myself to sleep at night and it hits me how much I would give to hold you at that very moment. It's when I think about you that I realize no one else in the world is meant for me.” -James Frey, A million little pieces
sâmbătă, 22 iunie 2013
joi, 20 iunie 2013
sâmbătă, 8 iunie 2013
duminică, 2 iunie 2013
luni, 27 mai 2013
marți, 21 mai 2013
I love peonies!
Regina tuturor florilor si floare cu insemnatate nationala in China, bujorul sau Mou Tan mai este cunoscut si sub denumirea de Floarea Bogatiei si a Onoarei. In cultura chinezeasca, bujorul este simbol al dragostei, al frumusetii feminine si a implinirii tineresti. Bujorii sunt deseori mentionati in literatura chinezeasca si sunt reprezentati ca motive pe tapeturi si obiecte decorative din portelan. In Feng Shui, bujorul este utilizat pentru a atrage dragostea si sporul la bani.
vineri, 17 mai 2013
joi, 16 mai 2013
Maybe
“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”―Bob Marley
luni, 13 mai 2013
l.o.v.e
"It was real, wasn't it? You and me. Such a long time ago, we were just a couple of kids. But we really loved each other, didn't we?" (The Notebook)
sâmbătă, 11 mai 2013
În dragoste, nu avem control...
"În timp ce, în faţa mea se închidea uşă
după uşă izolându-mă, inima mea se deschidea tot mai mult.(...) Nu îmi puteam
controla activităţile (...) însă emoţiile mele rămâneau libere şi neatinse.
Ajunsesem să cred că, în parte, boala mea derivă din acest conflict între
control şi dorinţă. În dragoste, nu avem control. Inima şi mintea noastră sunt
tulburate, stârnite şi fermecate de puterea copleşitoare a emoţiilor care ne
fac să încercăm să uităm de lumea adevărată. (...) Prin lecţii, aforisme şi
abilităţi dobândite suntem modelate... şi controlate."
miercuri, 8 mai 2013
marți, 7 mai 2013
duminică, 5 mai 2013
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