febrero 11, 2012

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To Be with You

by Mr. Big

febrero 11, 2012

Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.

Louis de Bernières (via dreamsinthyme)

febrero 11, 2012

For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via symbioticharmony)

febrero 11, 2012

Knowing your own darkness is the best method for dealing with the darkness of other people.

Carl Jung

febrero 11, 2012

No puede haber más de dos o tres grandes Pintores o Poetas en una sola Época o País. Éstos, en un estado corrompido de la Sociedad, fácilmente son excluidos, pero no fácilmente obstruidos.

William Blake (via yosoyene)