December 2009
33 posts
What are you suppose to do when the one you love loves you but you just can’t get along…all you do is fight and scream and hurt. It didn’t use to be that way. It used to be amazing and wonderful and a fairy tale. Now it is clouded with hurt and insecurity. I guess no one understands.
How do I say goodbye to someone I never had?
Why do tears fall to someone who was never really mine?
Why do I miss someone I was never been with?
Why do I love someone whose love was never truly mine?
Promise me you’ll never forget me; I’d never let you leave if I thought you would.
Your heart breaks into million pieces, you regret at ever chance you had to make things right, ever night you lay motionlessly staring at the top of your celling wall thinking why didn’t I do something before tonight? Then you wake up the next morning with a brand new chance to do it again, take it and tell them how you feel before its too late, like it was for me!
Sometimes your nearness takes my breath away; and all the things I want to say can find no voice. Then, in silence, I can only hope my eyes will speak my heart.
A kiss is a lovely trick, designed by nature, to stop words when speech becomes superfluous.”
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Why is it easy to fall in love and yet so hard to be loved back? why should I feel such if destiny permits me not? why do I have to fall if it’s you I cant have? why is there a “you” in “me” but never a “me” in “you”?
To love is to suffer. To avoid suffering one must not love. But then one suffers from not loving. Therefore to love is to suffer, not to love is to suffer. To suffer is to suffer. To be happy is to love. To be happy then is to suffer. But suffering makes one unhappy. Therefore, to be unhappy one must love, or love to suffer, or suffer from too much happiness. I hope you’re getting...
We often speak of love when we really should be speaking of the drive to dominate or to master, so as to confirm ourselves as active agents, in control of our own destinies and worthy of respect from others
Love means the body, the soul, the life, the entire being. We feel love as we feel the warmth of our blood, we breathe love as we breathe air, we hold it in ourselves as we hold our thoughts. Nothing more exists for us.
“The greatest weakness of most humans is their hesitancy to tell others how much...”
Indifference is the strongest force in the universe. It makes everything it touches meaningless. Love and hate don’t stand a chance against it.
In love, unlike most other passions, the recollection of what you have had and lost is always better than what you can hope for in the future.
My heart is a red rose. When happy, it sparkles brillianly. When sad it bleeds and forms a dark puddle under it. When my heart dies, the soft fragile petals fall. So you might want to put your rose in a vase.
For every romantic possibility, no matter how robust, there exists at least one equal and opposite sentence, phrase, or word capable of extinguishing it.
Man is sometimes extraordinarily, passionately, in love with suffering.
Love consists not in feeling great things but in having great detachment and in suffering for the Beloved.
When you interact with another, an illusion is part of this dynamic. This illusion allows each soul to perceive what it needs to understands in order to heal.
Love, Love Love — All the wretched cant of it, masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a mythology of sentimental postures, a welter of self-induced miseries and joys, blinding and masking the essential personalities in the frozen gestures of courtship, in the kissing and the dating and the desire, the compliments and the quarrels which vivify its barrenness.
The Fight is Over
When the fighting is over Coz our mouths have just run dry As our feelings get colder There is nothing to hold us now Gave all this time Just to be let down Can you explain to me What has become of us With words released We can never take them back (For all that we’re worth now) Not even pleading can save us I know you’ll meet someone better But would you still think of me If he...
“It is a curious sensation: the sort of pain that goes mercifully beyond our...”
“True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.”
WHAT IF?!
Sometimes you do things because you know its the right thing- not because you want to. And it still makes you cry. Some things were not as the same in the past. Some grow and let themselves feel free for sometime. In my case, im confused. So much in pain that we have to go on separately. * HOW BAD!. Well, that’s life. We should try to be more careful, but i guess this situation is too much....