Nếu cứ hành động theo cách này thì tôi sẽ biến mất, từ từ nhưng chắc chắn. Mọi bình minh và mọi hoàng hôn sẽ cướp đoạt của tôi từng mảnh, từng mảnh bản thân tôi, và chẳng bao lâu nữa cuộc đời tôi sẽ bị bào mòn hoàn toàn - và kết cục tôi sẽ chẳng là gì.
Haruki MurakamiMots clés love disappear silent-love
There is a humility about genuine love that is rather horrible in some ways.
George OrwellMaybe I just didn’t want it to be Benny because he really loves her, and if I was wrong about that, it’d be depressing. Who wants to be depressed?”
“Poets,” Eve decided. “You have to think they must.”
“Okay, other than poets.
Mots clés humor friends love poets depression
Now, as we stand three feet apart and stare at each other, I feel the full distance that comes with spending so much time apart, a moment filled with the electricity of a first meeting and the uncertainty of strangers.
Marie LuMots clés day love strangers june champion marie-lu
We don't look at the stars in the universe and say how tragic they are, how bruised they are, even though that is what they are. We look at them and speak of the beauty they contain. The inspiration they give us. Even though stars are the scars of the universe we don't see them as these broken pieces of gaseous matter, we see them as these majestic astrological blessings that give hope to billions. What if you saw yourself in that same light, or better yet what if you saw others in a similar way.
Ricky MayeMots clés pain love faith stars self-help christian scars abuse twloha
Love survives in a bubble. It diffuses outer reality and reflects only what the heart wants to see.
Shona PatelMots clés love
You’re my true north. No compass would point me in any other direction but to you.
Kristen Hope MazzolaMots clés love loving contemporary-romance romance-novel love-story true-north new-adult relationships-love
For it was beautiful upon our tongues and we traced all the lines to the heart.
Regina O'MelvenyMots clés love sensuality regina-o-melveny vesalius
No doubt there are some who, when confronted with a line of mathematical symbols, however simply presented, can only see the face of a stern parent or teacher who tried to force into them a non-comprehending parrot-like apparent competence--a duty and a duty alone--and no hint of magic or beauty of the subject might be allowed to come through.
Roger PenroseMots clés love school beauty hate math teacher mathematics
I am still in love with the man, who sucked my lips in a way that I indulged into the connection of souls. who made me close my eyes and the desire to mix with his aroma moulded into the wild delirium... the madness.. even if you are not around.. I am still in love with you.. the prior you.. come, paint me white...
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