Lightbulb!

“You can have it all. Just not all at once.”

 

Vorbele acestea m-au inspirat și m-au motivat de cele mai multe ori. I think that’ll do for my tattoo 🙂

Maybe on my wrist, or the back of my fingers 😀

Still thinking about my birthday party/night with friends/night at home with a nicely and decently cooked dinner thing …

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De îngerii păzitori cine are girjă? Part 6

Dar Moartea nu vine întotdeauna pur şi simplu. E capricioasă, îi plac jocurile ale căror reguli pot fi schimbate în permanenţă. Unii mor brusc, stupid şi fără rost, alţii mor în fiecare zi puţin mai mult decât în ziua precedentă, doar ca să afle că şi de data asta „Marele Eveniment”  a fost amânat.  Fericiţi cei ce dorm fără să se teamă de vise, fericiţi cei ce închid ochii şi se bucură de întuneric, fericiţi cei a căror linişte nu depinde de alţii, fericiţi cei a căror fericire se naşte din propriile decizii. Fericiţi cei care … oare mai există oameni cu adevărat fericiţi?

Răspunsul părea să vină de undeva foarte departe, cotind timpul şi obstacolele vieţii,  căci abia dacă i se auzea ecoul. Doar zgomotul metalic se rostolgea crud la picioarele militarilor anunţând nimicul. Strângând fata la piept cei doi au închis resemnați ochii presându-şi pleoapele ca într-o încleştare de menghină, sîmţind fizic fiecare secundă. Numărau în gând cu umire şi uşurare  picăturile de viaţă care se prelungeau din ce în ce mai mult, care păreau să se dilate în zeci de secunde. La un moment dat, zgomotul metalic fu înghiţit de linişte. Abia în acel moment cei doi prinseseră suficient curaj pentru a cerceta lumea amorţită de la picioarele lor.

– Dumnezeule…!” spuse uşurat Gëorg, prinzând culoare în obrajii supți şi albi ca varul, ” e doar o bucată dintr-un ruliment…

– Pentru un moment am zis că s-a sfârşit totul!” spuse Petrov cu glasul vizibil încă gâtuit de spaimă, dar căutând incisiv mâna fetei despre care încă nu ştiau nimic.

Parcă şi mai calculaţi ca înainte, parcă mai temători şi cu simţurile mai ascuţite, cei doi grăbiră pasul strecurându-se hoţeşte pe sub bucăţi imense de moloz, adâncindu-se şi mai mult în printre faldurile unei perdele de praf, ceaţă şi fum, stârnind confuzie oricărei minţi lucide care ar fi căutat scăparea departe de haos,  şi nu tocmai în inima lui. Urmând o hartă creionată probabil de memoria încă neafectată de spaimă, cei doi se opriră în faţa unei clădiri deloc impunătoare, dar ale cărei ziduri erau vizibil masive şi încă neatinse de explozie. Doar geamurile fuseseră pulverizate lăsând întreaga construcţie să orbecăie în întunericul lăsat în urmă de minţile bolnave ale oamenilor. Uşile înalte, metalice, de un verde spălăcit şi mâncat de o rugină flămândă erau blocate de doi stâlpi de iluminat care, analizând după circumstanţele actuale, fuseseră dărâmaţi în urma impactului cu o maşină militară surprinsă probabil de explozie.

– În sfârşit, am ajuns … am crezut că nu o să…” spuse Gëorg măsurând cu privirea clădirea care altă dată probabil nu i-ar fi stârnit niciun sentiment. Acum însemna totul.

– Că nu o să ce? Că nu o să găsim drumul înapoi? Nu am cum să uit locul ăsta … toată copilăria mea e între aceşti pereţi. Ai uitat?! ” întrebă Petrov încercând să schiţeze un zâmbet pe faţa-i parcă pudrată de cărbune.

Gëorg mai că ar fi zâmbit şi el văzându-l cu sclipirea aia ca o candelă de biserică în privire, care, în ciuda situaţie lor, parcă îl liniştea. Petrov îi era cel mai bun prieten încă din copilărie, sau poate că singurul, şi chiar şi acum la maturitate, încă mai vedea în el băieţelul acela blond, cu ochi verzi şi genunchi însângeraţi cu care alerga pe străduţele încâlcite ale oraşului, fugind de părinţii care-l obligau să ia lecţii de pian, dar la care se întorcea spăşit de fiecare dată când i se făcea foame. Petrov nu avea părinţi, nu-i cunoscuse niciodată, iar Gëorg îşi dorise întotdeauna un frate, pe care inevitabil l-a găsit în el. Nu de puţine ori îşi petrecuse după-amiezile cu Petrov în camera de la orfelinat, luptându-se cu soldăţei de pâine muiaţi în mâncarea de prânz, imaginându-se erou în războaiele crunte sfârşite în castronul de fasole.  Nu s-ar fi gândit niciodată că vor ajunge să fugă din nou pe străduţele acelea, şi de data aceasta nu de părinţi, sărmanii de ei, ci de Moarte.

– Hai, ajută-mă să o urc pe pervaz … cu grijă!” spuse Petrov aşezându-şi grijuliu mâna sub capul fetei.

– Sper să ajungem la timp …şi sper ca doctorul să nu fi păţit nimic. E singurul care ne poate ajuta!

Love(d) ?

“First of all, love is a joint experience between two persons — but the fact that it is a joint experience does not mean that it is a similar experience to the two people involved. There are the lover and the beloved, but these two come from different countries. Often the beloved is only a stimulus for all the stored-up love which had lain quiet within the lover for a long time hitherto. And somehow every lover knows this. He feels in his soul that his love is a solitary thing. He comes to know a new, strange loneliness and it is this knowledge which makes him suffer. So there is only one thing for the lover to do. He must house his love within himself as best he can; he must create for himself a whole new inward world — a world intense and strange, complete in himself. Let it be added here that this lover about whom we speak need not necessarily be a young man saving for a wedding ring — this lover can be man, woman, child, or indeed any human creature on this earth.

Now, the beloved can also be of any description. The most outlandish people can be the stimulus for love. A man may be a doddering great-grandfather and still love only a strange girl he saw in the streets of Cheehaw one afternoon two decades past. The preacher may love a fallen woman. The beloved may be treacherous, greasy-headed, and given to evil habits. Yes, and the lover may see this as clearly as anyone else — but that does not affect the evolution of his love one whit. A most mediocre person can be the object of a love which is wild, extravagant, and beautiful as the poison lilies of the swamp. A good man may be the stimulus for a love both violent and debased, or a jabbering madman may bring about in the soul of someone a tender and simple idyll. Therefore, the value and quality of any love is determined solely by the lover himself.

It is for this reason that most of us would rather love than be loved. Almost everyone wants to be the lover. And the curt truth is that, in a deep secret way, the state of being beloved is intolerable to many. The beloved fears and hates the lover, and with the best of reasons. For the lover is forever trying to strip bare his beloved. The lover craves any possible relation with the beloved, even if this experience can cause him only pain.”

Carson McCullers

My Top 100 Favourite Quotes! part 2

  1. Ajunsesem să fiu gelos pe oglindă.Era atâta de frumoasă încât reflecţia luminii făcea dragoste cu zâmbetul ei.
  2. Aşteptând după tine Dumnezeu s-a plictisit să mă aştepte la judecata de apoi.Atât de tare te-am iubit.
  3. Dacă iubirea a devenit un emoticon pe messenger, o să îi dau lui Dumnezeu un buzz mâhnit că m-a uitat printre oameni.
  4. Nici un chirurg nu poate explica de ce uneori, fractura creată între doi oameni care se iubesc, e iremediabilă.
  5. Despre femei: Atunci când eşti un produs pe cale de dispariţie, prezinţi interes, toată lumea se aşază la coadă. Dacă eşti marfă de raft, te pipăie toţi, dar nu te vrea niciunul.
  6. Nu mai sper de mult să mă respecte un bărbat aşa de mult, încât să nu mă înşele. Sper doar să întâlnesc vreodată un bărbat care să mă respecte aşa de mult, încât să nu aflu că mă înşală.
  7. Asa cum „cred în Dumnezeu” este în general sinonim cu „cred că nu trebuie să gândesc”, tot astfel, prea adesea, „te iubesc” este un eufemism pentru „vreau să fii proprietatea mea”.
  8. Bărbaţii văd obiecte acolo unde femeile văd relaţiile dintre obiecte; relaţii generate de nevoia pe care obiectele o au unul de celălalt, de nevoia de dragoste si de dorinţa de armonie. Este o dimensiune în domeniul sentimental care barbaţilor le lipseţe cu desăvârşire. O dimensiune care face ca toate femeile adevărate să nu vadă în război decât o odioasă absurditate. Am să-ţi spun eu ce e războiul. Războiul e o psihoză creata de incapacitatea de a percepe relaţiile.
  9. Bogăţia e un monstru. Îţi trebuie o lună ca să înveţi s-o controlezi din punct de vedere financiar, dar e nevoie de ani întregi ca să înveţi s-o controlezi din punct de vedere psihologic.
  10. A leaf fluttered in through the window this morning, as if supported by the rays of the sun, a bird settled on the fire escape, joy in the task of coffee, joy accompanied me as I walked.
  11. Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
  12. Anxiety is love’s greatest killer. It makes others feel as you might when a drowning man holds on to you. You want to save him, but you know he will strangle you with his panic.
  13. Do not seek the because – in love there is no because, no reason, no explanation, no solutions.
  14. Dreams are necessary to life.
  15. Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.
  16. How wrong it is for a woman to expect the man to build the world she wants, rather than to create it herself.
  17. I postpone death by living, by suffering, by error, by risking, by giving, by losing.
  18. I will not be just a tourist in the world of images, just watching images passing by which I cannot live in, make love to, possess as permanent sources of joy and ecstasy.
  19. I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
  20. If all of us acted in unison as I act individually there would be no wars and no poverty. I have made myself personally responsible for the fate of every human being who has come my way.
  21. If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don’t write, because our culture has no use for it.
  22. It is the function of art to renew our perception. What we are familiar with we cease to see. The writer shakes up the familiar scene, and, as if by magic, we see a new meaning in it.
  23. It’s all right for a woman to be, above all, human. I am a woman first of all.
  24. Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
  25. Life is truly known only to those who suffer, lose, endure adversity and stumble from defeat to defeat.
  26. Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one’s courage.
  27. Living never wore one out so much as the effort not to live. Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish it’s source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
  28. My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living. Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
  29. People living deeply have no fear of death. The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle.
  30. The human father has to be confronted and recognized as human, as man who created a child and then, by his absence, left the child fatherless and then Godless.
  31. The only abnormality is the incapacity to love. The personal life deeply lived always expands into truths beyond itself. The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.
  32. The role of a writer is not to say what we all can say, but what we are unable to say.
  33. There are many ways to be free. One of them is to transcend reality by imagination, as I try to do.
  34. There are very few human beings who receive the truth, complete and staggering, by instant illumination. Most of them acquire it fragment by fragment, on a small scale, by successive developments, cellularly, like a laborious mosaic.
  35. There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.
  36. There is not one big cosmic meaning for all, there is only the meaning we each give to our life, an individual meaning, an individual plot, like an individual novel, a book for each person. Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.
  37. Truth is something which can’t be told in a few words. Those who simplify the universe only reduce the expansion of its meaning.
  38. We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.
  39. We travel, some of us forever, to seek other states, other lives, other souls.
  40. What I cannot love, I overlook. Is that real friendship.
  41. When we blindly adopt a religion, a political system, a literary dogma, we become automatons. We cease to grow.
  42. When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for others.

My Top 100 Favourite Quotes! part 1.

  1. I am only responsible for my own heart, you offered yours up for the smashing my darling. Only a fool would give out such a vital organ.
  2. „Once upon a time there was a boy who loved a girl, and her laughter was a question he wanted to spend his whole life answering.
  3. ONE THING I AM NEVER GOING TO DO WHEN I GROW UP : Is fall in love, drop out of college, learn to subsist on water and air, have a species named after me, and ruin my life.
  4. Whoever it is you fall in love with for the first time, not just love but be in love with, is the one who will always make you angry, the one you can’t be logical about.
  5. I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
  6. Holding hands, for example, is a way to remember how it feels to say nothing together.
  7. I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naïve or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.
  8. I’m selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can’t handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don’t deserve me at my best.
  9. Cheating is easy. There’s no swank to infidelity. To borrow against the trust someone has placed in you costs nothing at first. You get away with it, you take a little more and a little more until there is no more to draw on. Oddly, your hands should be full with all that taking but when you open them there’s nothing there.
  10. I was happy but happy is an adult word. You don’t have to ask a child about happy, you see it. They are or they are not. Adults talk about being happy because largely they are not. Talking about it is the same as trying to catch the wind. Much easier to let it blow all over you.
  11. Don’t walk behind me; I may not lead. Don’t walk in front of me; I may not follow. Just walk beside me and be my friend
  12. As it is, I can’t settle, I want someone who is fierce and will love me until death and know that love is as strong as death, and be on my side for ever and ever. I want someone who will destroy and be destroyed by me. There are many forms of love and affection, some people can spend their whole lives together without knowing each other’s names. Naming is a difficult and time-consuming process; it concerns essences, and it means power. But on the wild nights who can call you home? Only the one who knows your name. Romantic love has been diluted into paperback form and has sold thousands and millions of copies. Somewhere it is still in the original, written on tablets of stone. I would cross seas and suffer sunstroke and give away all I have, but not for a man, because they want to be the destroyer and never the destroyed.
  13. When she bleeds the smells I know change colour. There is iron in her soul on those days. She smells like a gun.
  14. The role of a writer is not to say what we can all say, but what we are unable to say.
  15. Sometimes we reveal ourselves when we are least like ourselves
  16. I hate men who are afraid of women’s strength.
  17. I’m sorry for my inability to let unimportant things go, for my inability to hold on to the important things.
  18. The Buddhists say there are 149 ways to God. I’m not looking for God, only for myself, and that is far more complicated. God has had a great deal written about Him; nothing has been written about me. God is bigger, like my mother, easier to find, even in the dark. I could be anywhere, and since I can’t describe myself I can’t ask for help.
  19. You’re going to come across people in your life who will say all the right words at all the right times. But in the end, it’s always their actions you should judge them by. It’s actions, not words, that matter.
  20. While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.
  21. There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.
  22. Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
  23. Never tell your problems to anyone…20% don’t care and the other 80% are glad you have them.
  24. A stranger stabs you in the front; a friend stabs you in the back; a boyfriend stabs you in the heart, but best friends only poke each other with straws.
  25. I always knew looking back on the tears would make me laugh, but I never knew looking back on the laughs would make me cry.
  26. Do you fall in love often?” Yes often. With a view, with a book, with a dog, a cat, with numbers, with friends, with complete strangers, with nothing at all.
  27. Advice is what we ask for when we already know the answer but wish we didn’t.
  28. Everything is okay in the end, if it’s not ok, then it’s not the end.
  29. Having a guy dump you and say „We can still be friends” is like having your mom say „Your dog died but you can still keep it .
  30. Friendship is born at that moment when one person says to another: „What! You too? I thought I was the only one.
  31. Be yourself; everyone else is already taken.
  32. So many people enter and leave your life! Hundreds of thousands of people! You have to keep the door open so they can come in! But it also means you have to let them go!
  33. In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.
  34. I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.
  35. There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
  36. People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

    A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…

  37. When you are young, you think it’s going to be solved by love. But it never is. Being close – as close as you can get – to another person only makes clear that impassable distance between you.’
    If being in love only made people more lonely, why would everyone want it so much?’
    Because of the illusion. You fall in love, it’s intoxica
    ting, and for a little while you feel like you’ve actually become one with the other person. Merged souls and so on. You think you’ll never be lonely again.
  38. To be happy, we must not be too concerned with others.
  39. When the soul suffers too much, it develops a taste for misfortune.
  40. A man attaches himself to woman – not to enjoy her, but to enjoy himself.

Eu cred in vorbele lor.

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Am observat ca in ultima perioada am dezvoltat o placere putin ciudata si confuza de a reveni asupra lucrurilor care tin de trecut,de a le analiza si masura dupa sabloane si tipare numai de mine cunoscute.La sfarsit,cand aflu rezultatele si le scriu in condinca,ori zambesc in coltul gurii,ori ma rusinez si rad cu lacrimi,ori imi acopar ochii si incerc sa ascund treburile incriminatoare.Daca ati cunoaste contextul probabil nu i-ati spune placere ciudata,ci doar normala si inevitabila.Curatenia asta dinaintea sarbatatorilor m-a fortat cumva sa dau peste multe lucuri care ma defineau acum ceva timp:am gasit o punga cu zeci de scrisori pentru Mos Craciun,pe care mama le-a pastrat ca sa mi le arate „cand oi fi mare”,cd-uri cu inregistrari de la zile de nastere,lucrari si testari cu nota 10 pe ele,compuneri,desene cu „printese”,martisoare de la prietenele mele,poze in „dulcele stil clasic”,jucarii Kinder(mai stiti pinguinii aia?),si multe alte prostioare.Toate astea ma reprezentau acum cativa ani.Acum nu mai inseamna mare lucru.Cineva a venit le-a strans pe toate intr-o cutie,le-a trantit o stampila „Case closed”,si cu asta au incheiat capitolul copilarie.

Cert e ca eram un drac de copil,in care acum nu ma mai regasesc  sub nicio forma.

 

Pe langa toate astea am gasit o gramada de carti,dar multe de tot.Pe majoritatea le citisem in liceu,iar pe unele nici nu imi culcasem privirea.Din motive diverse si personale,nu prea am avut chef de nimic( in ultimile zile traiesc intr-o lalaiala continua si ma  intreb cand o sa mai rad din nou sincer si cu pofta),asa ca am luat teancul de carti si m-am pus pe citit,bineinteles alternand cu emisiunea mea preferata S.Y.T.Y.C.D.Am citit cu pofta,ca un om nesatul,sau ca unul care stie ca in curand se apuca de tinut postul,si am realizat ca unele dintre ele le citisem deja,de altele ma indragostisem de mult,dar le-am uitat,iar pe altele le-am „tatauat” cu insemnari de moment.Ma uitam la pixul de pe foile galbene si nu-mi venea sa cred ca acum cativa ani,tot eu,probabil in aceeasi pozitie,citeam aceeasi pagina,pe care am si insemnat-o.Mi se pare ca scrisul nu-mi apartine…acum e imblanzit si cizelat.Atunci era rebel si expansiv.

 

In fine…am citit cartile si am selectat o parte din vorbele lor.Jos aveti o lista intreaga.Sa vad daca va dati seama din ce carti sunt:

  • “Nici o răzbunare nu e mai cumplită ca aceea care izvorăşte din dragoste.”
  • “Recunosc,sunt un om ciudat,dar aşa sunt ,ce vrei?”
  • “Scăpasem ca un neghiob frânele din mâini şi acum mergeam la voia întâmplării.”
  • “În conştiinţa mea domneşte pustiul,acalmia,haosul-ca după o catastrofă.”
  • “Sunt unele lucruri în iubire care nu se pot spune decât în taină.”
  • “Cum să facem să ne salvăm iubirea de călăul ei -TIMPUL?”
  • “E de preferat iadul cu o femeie deşteaptă decât paradisul cu una proastă.
  • “Aleşii dragostei absolute sunt excepţii tot atât de mari ca şi geniile.”
  • “Marile pasiuni rămân necunoscute,se consumă în anonimat.”
  • “Îmi pare rău că m-a durut purtarea ta.”
  • “Imaginea e cel mai important lucru din viaţa noastră.”

 

  • “Dacă nu ai încercat niciodată, înseamnă că nu ai trăit niciodată.”
  • “Dacă iubeşti pe cineva lasă-l liber …dacă se întoarce e al tau ..dacă nu ..înseamnă că nu a fost niciodată.”
  • “Eu mă consider cel puţin egalul celor cu care vorbesc,dar în niciun caz din aceeaşi lume cu ei.”
  • “Numai haosul aruncă la suprafaţă întrebări dureroase.
  • “El şi ea erau Începutul şi Sfârşitul.”
  • “Căutarea reciprocă,inconştientă şi irezistibilă e însuşi rostul vieţii omului.”
  • “Numai imbecilii nu-şi schimbă părerea.”
  • “Viaţa nu se măsoară în ani,ci în secunde.”
  • “Daca nu ar fi proşti,deştepţii ar muri de foame.”
  • “Niciodată nu poţi şti ce se ascunde în spatele unei priviri.”
  • “Sunt om-nimic din ceea ce e omenesc nu e departe de mine.”
  • “Exista unii oameni care văd lucrurile aşa cum sunt şi se întreabă “de ce?”.Eu însa văd lucrurile cum ar putea fi şi mă întreb “de ce nu?”
  • “-De ce sunteţi voi aşa de complicaţi?
    -Pentru că am pierdut simţul simplităţii!”
  • “Să iubeşti nu înseamnă să renunţi la libertatea ta ci sa-i dai un sens.”
  • “…mici puncte de suspensie până anul viitor.”
  • “Tot ce e frumos e un vis!”
  • “Nu pot să ascund şi nici nu vreau.Îmi pare bine că ai suferit!”
  • “Îmi îngroş cât se poate epiderma sufletului să o fac impermeabilă.”
  • “Sufletul nu poate fi resetat.”
  • “Neglijenţă totală.Nepăsare oarbă.”
  • “A şti să râzi în clipele tragice înseamnă că stăpâneşti tragicul.”
  • “Cu tine şi formulele matematice se-ncurcă.”
  • “Viaţa unui om e un nesfârşit şir de erori.”
  • “Viata e scurtă şi n-ai timp sa te opreşti mai mult decât trebuie pentru că te calcă ceilalţi din spate.”
  • “Nimic nu e adevărat şi totul e posibil.”
  • “Şi basmele se termină dintr-un motiv.”
  • “Nimicul te aduce, nimicul te reia.”
  • “Explicaţiile nu modifică niciodată realitatea.”
  • “Când iubeşti eşti serios,pentru că durerea nu rade.”
  • “Cel mai mare omagiu adus dragostei e să o ascunzi cât mai bine.”
  • Ce o să-ţi spun nu e uşor de înţeles, e imposibil de admis,dar dacă ai vrea să-mi asculţi povestea,dacă ai vrea să ai încredere în mine ,atunci poate că vei sfârşi prin a mă crede şi asta e foarte important pentru că eşti,fără să ştii,singura persoană din lume cu care pot împărţi acest secret”