Posted by: Andrea Manfrč
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There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.
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There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.
Should there be danger of such an event — should he be the cause of adding a single more trouble to her existence — why, I think I shall be justified in going to extremes! I wish you had sincerity enough to tell me whether Catherine would suffer greatly from his loss. The fear that she would restrains me: and there you see the distinction between our feelings. Had he been in my place, and I in his, though I hated him with a hatred that turned my life to gall, I never would have raised a hand against him. You may look incredulous, if you please! I never would have banished him from her society, as long as she desired his. The moment her regard ceased, I would have torn his heart out and drank his blood! But till then, if you don't believe me, you don't know me — till then, I would have died by inches before I touched a single hair of his head!
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!
He jests at scars that never felt a wound. [...]
But soft! What light through yonder window breaks? It is the East, and Juliet is the sun! Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief that thou her maid art far more fair than she. Be not her maid, since she is envious. Her vestal livery is but sick and green, and none but fools do wear it. Cast it off. It is my lady; O, it is my love! O that she knew she were! She speaks, yet she says nothing. What of that? Her eye discourses; I will answer it. I am too bold; 'tis not to me she speaks. Two of the fairest stars in all the heaven, having some business, do entreat her eyes to twinkle in their spheres till they return. What if her eyes were there, they in her head? The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars as daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven would through the airy region stream so bright that birds would sing and think it were not night.
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.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
If you find someone you love in your life, then hang on to that love.
If only you could really turn around to look back you'd realize millions of people that never saw you and you wouldn't turn around again. You have to look ahead to see a face you recognise, and don't look back. What's left behind stopped to recognise you, what is left behind didn't want to see you enough.
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.