Friday, January 12, 2007

Gathered musings

Waiting is painful. Forgetting is painful. But not knowing what to do is the worst kind of suffering.

Son los lacos que inventron al amor
It must have been the lunatics who invented love.

Lovers need to know how to lose themselves and then how to find themselves again.

Anyone who can conquer her heart can conquer the world.

The wise are wise only because they love. And the foolish are foolish only because they think they can understand love.

The reason death sticks so closely to life is not biological necessity-its envy. Life is so beautiful that death has fallen in love with it, a jealous, possessive love that grabs at what it can. But life slowly jumps over oblivion, forgetting only a thing or two of slight importance, and gloom is but the passing shadow of a cloud.

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