sábado, 20 de marzo de 2010

I capture the castle (2003) by Tim Fywell

There is only one page left to write on. I will fill it with words of only one syllable. I love. I have loved. I will love.

I don't want to go through life like my mother, afraid that I'm not really loved, even if it meant I could go through life with you.

Still, better all that hurt than to have known no pain; learnt nothing.

You always were wise beyond your years.

But dreams are like a drug: the magic doesn't last and then the pain is worse than knives.

I said I would never fall in love; I said love was a murderous thing; And it is, and I'm floating on air.

martes, 16 de marzo de 2010

Le premier soupir de l’amour ♥



When love’s well-timed ’tis not a fault to love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.

Ma vie a son secret, mon âme a son mystére:
Un amour éternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remède, aussi j’ai dû le taire,
Et elle qui l’a fait n’en a jamais rien su.

Le premier soupir de l’amour
Est le dernier de la sagesse
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You know, maybe the reason we fall in love so fast is because we've got so much love to give

To love is to admire with the heart; to admire is to love with the mind.

Sans toi les émotions d’aujourd’ hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d’autrefois

A broken heart is murder for the soul

If you greatly desire something, have the guts to stake everything on obtaining it.

Touch my skin,and tell me what you're thinking
Take my hand and show me where we're going
Lie down next to me, look into my eyes and tell me, oh tell me what you're seeing
So sit on top of the world and tell me how you're feeling
What you feel now is what I feel for you

Wants to be a hunter again
I want to see the world alone again
to take a chance on life again
so let me go

I’m the hero of this story don’t need to be saved

Just suppose that the shaping and molding of destiny... is your destiny.

When King Lear dies in Act V, do you know what Shakespeare has written? He's written "He dies." That's all, nothing more. No fanfare, no metaphor, no brilliant final words. The culmination of the most influential work of dramatic literature is "He dies." It takes Shakespeare, a genius, to come up with "He dies." And yet every time I read those two words, I find myself overwhelmed with dysphoria. And I know it's only natural to be sad, but not because of the words "He dies." but because of the life we saw prior to the words.

I don't want to go through life like my mother, afraid that I'm not really loved, even if it meant I could go through life with you.

But dreams are like a drug: the magic doesn't last and then the pain is worse than knives.

When you have once seen the glow of happiness on the face of a beloved person, you know that a man can have no vocation but to awaken that light on the faces surrounding him; and you are torn by the thought of the unhappiness and night you cast, by the mere fact of living, in the hearts you encounter.

People shouldn't experience the act of love until they are in love.

Your time with her will be the happiest you've been in your life. Enjoy every second of it.

That's why human beings exist... to save each other from ourselves.

Destiny is the bridge you build to the one you love

I'll follow you and make a heaven out of hell, and I'll die by your hand which I love so well

Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60's. Or maybe I was just a girl... interrupted.

lunes, 15 de marzo de 2010

The only way to leave




It's the only way to leave. "I don't love you anymore. Goodbye."

I don't want to lie. I can't tell the truth. So it's over.

Where is this love? I can't see it, I can't touch it. I can't feel it. I can hear it. I can hear some words, but I can't do anything with your easy words

Closer (2004) by Mike Nichols