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.
Every honest man lives for himself. Every man worth calling a man lives for himself. The one who doesn‘t--doesn‘t live at all.
By the essence and nature of existence, contradictions cannot exist. If you find it inconceivable . . . check your premises. You will find that one of them is wrong.
I like cigarettes. . . . I like to think of fire held in a man‘s hand. Fire, a dangerous force, tamed at his fingertips. I often wonder about the hours when a man sits alone, watching the smoke of a cigarette, thinking. I wonder what great things have come from such hours. When a man thinks, there is a spot of fire alive in his mind--and it is proper that he should have the burning point of a cigarette as his own expression.
They say that some people never grow upLost in time shackled to the past forever,Stung by loveStill weaving, still believing yesterday's dreamsIf life is real then so is my imagination
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom
Sometimes you wake up. Sometimes the fall kills you. And sometimes when you fall, you fly.
There’s no problem so bad that you can’t add guilt to it and make it even worse.
The whole world sees me as just one person, I want just one person to see me as the whole world.
Of all sad words of tongue or penthe saddest are these, it might have been.
The hardest thing in this world is to live in it.
It was as though the man had to shout in order to convince himself of his own existence
Not only does God definitely play dice, but He sometimes confuses us bythrowing them where they can't be seen.- Stephen Hawking
Hope is a good thing,maybe is the best thing, and no good thing ever dies.
Wednesday, March 21, 2007
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