Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under
the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses
your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his
friends, who thinks you' re just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he
cares and how lucky he is to have YOU... The one who turns to his friends and says, thats her...
LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it && Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don't know we have
it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It
is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a
short word, easy to spell, difficult to define && IMPOSSIBLE to live without.
What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me;
and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger
and quarrels.
One who has not only the four S's, which are required in every good lover, but even the whole alphabet; as for
example... Agreeable, Bountiful, Constant, Dutiful, Easy, Faithful, Gallant, Honorable, Ingenious, Kind, Loyal,
Mild, Noble, Officious, Prudent, Quiet, Rich, Secret, True, Valiant, Wise; the X indeed, is too harsh a letter to
agree with him, but he is Young and Zealous.
Do not cry, because we are destiny, because we are everything that can be above this world. And now, the angel of my
life, please let me fly so that I can fulfil the vanity of this world, of this dream, of this nightmare that
eternally took you from me.
I didn’t thought you will come now at this age and time of this Illusion of Life, but between these bars I tell you
how much I love you and do not ever doubt me.
I will be yours in every moment of this life, which I give to you.
A lover, when he is admitted to cards, ought to be solemnly silent, and observe the motions of his mistress. He must
laugh when she laughs, sigh when she sighs. In short, he should be the shadow of her mind. A lady, in the presence
of her lover, should never want a looking-glass; as a beau, in the presence of his looking-glass, never wants a
mistress.
Madame, it is an old word and each one takes it new and wears it out himself. It is a word that fills with meaning
as a bladder with air and the meaning goes out of it as quickly. It may be punctured as a bladder is punctured and
patched and blown up again and if you have not had it does not exist for you. All people talk of it, but those who
have had it are marked by it, and I would not wish to speak of it further since of all things it is the most
ridiculous to talk of and only fools go through it
Everybody can be great... because anybody can serve. You don't have to have a college degree to serve. You don't
have to make your subject and verb agree to serve. you only need a heart full of grace. a soul generated by love.
I think about you in every moment and every image of you hurts me horribly. I want to feel every thought, every
whisper you say in the deep silence of the eternity of you soul. To be able to cry in me, beside you, beside me in
you, to be able to understand why our hearts beat, why we live among moments and not among eternities as if it were
different.
To be able to understand every smile which breaks in my just like a wave, which finally breaks against the cliff of
my eternity through the blood of my ancestors as my misconducts break in your eternity and that of your ancestors.
And they want to tell you how much I love you, how much I adore you in this vain world.
I know we will never be able to look in the eyes, but only in the hearts.
I know they beat against the infinite precisely because they beat even though we both want the infinite and its
truth. Any beat opposes the infinite because it measures an infinity, even if it is finite. And then?
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