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 EvansHappily 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

Was it?


"Well, look who I ran into," crowed Coincidence. "Please," flirted Fate, "this was meant to be".

duminică, 25 august 2013

Destiny

 
 
“There's nowhere you can be that isn't where you're meant to be...”   ― John Lennon
 

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