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When love has melted together and mixed to beings in a sole angelic unit they have found out the secret of life.
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When love has melted together and mixed to beings in a sole angelic unit they have found out the secret of life.
It is a misfortune to not be loved but an insult to not be loved anymore.
It's incredible how the pain of the soul is misunderstood. If you're hit by a bullet or a splinter they start immediately screaming quick-nurse-help-him, if you break a leg they'll, should you have a sore throat they'll give you medicine. If your heart is in pieces and you're so desperate that you can't speak, instead, they don't even realize. Yet pain in the soul is a worse illness than a broken leg and a sore throat, it's wounds are deeper and more dangerous than those inflicted by a bullet or a splinter. They're wounds that don't heal, those, wounds that start bleeding again at every pretext.
I know. I know that I shall never again meet anything or anybody who will inspire me with passion. You know, it's quite a job starting to love somebody. You have to have energy, generosity, blindness. There is even a moment, in the very beginning, when you have to jump across a precipice: if you think about it you don't do it. I know I'll never jump again.
Nothing makes you so lovable, as when feeling loved.
True love isn't either physical or romantic.
True love is acceptance of everything that is, that was, will and won't be.
The happiest people aren't necessarily those who enjoy the best of everything, but those that gain the best of wht they have.
Life isn't about surviving the storm, but about how to dance in the rain!
I want to try to stay with you. I want to believe it's possible, even if not for now, even form far away. I need to wait for someone who doesn't look like anyone else and you are that.
If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.
For some reson I ignore the fact that I like you a lot. A lot, nothing unreasonable, I should say enough to make sure that at night, alone, I awake and not being able to fall asleep again, I start dreaming of you.
The heart's affections are like cedar branches; if the tree should lose a strong branch, it suffers, but doesn't die. It spills all the vitality in the branch next to it, so that it may grow and fill the empty space.