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Here are some paragraphs and quotations about love that I really like.
I don't know if, doing the translation of the first two editorials, I've also succeed in capturing the deep feelings so beautifully expressed in my language.
I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I did!
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|  | Better die of love than live without it
There are moments in the life when you bend under the burden of pains that you believe you cannot support. You live stories that seem to be for good and all and when you look back, you smile because there are others that proved to be... the last.
There are persons that enter your soul and you'd wish to keep them there, locked, forgetting that the happiness is brought by their wish NOT to leave, although they are free to do it.
Love is a mystery that no one ever explained and no one will ever do it!
I love and I don't know who he is, I'm looking for and I don't know where he is, he loves me, but I don't feel his touch and the only certainty in our lives is the "lust" that only us can understand, that only us feel, the lust that bend us in front of the ones which cannot understand how persons once so tough are crying now, how we would like to escape from the reality around us to a land that doesn't exist on the map, don't understand that we are so together and still so far one from each other...
I will leave without knowing if I'll be back, without knowing if God or the angel that He sent to me, will save me and bring me back... I'm leaving because I need the vastness in which I can escape from a "lust" that killed me.
But I can't leave before I tell you, once again, that is better to die of love than live without it!
(Floriana Jucan - Star magazine) |
The role by day, the pray by night I don't believe in the essential changes brought by time passing.
The years passed on me without calming down my uncertainties, without healing my hesitations, without closing the door to the land of useless hopes. The need for love followed me everywhere through ages, organic, alive, profound, so as a thirst after the drought.
But I succeed in gilding, step by step, all the angles of my existence. With luxurious items I've built a solid mirage for the role I'm brilliantly playing every day.
Every morning I'm dressing expensive cloths and enter my role. I match with attention the silky blouse with my emancipation; the soft leather boots with my cheerfulness; the cashmere dress with the sentiment of conjugal fulfillment. I'm putting on the fur collar, together with a drop of perfume, also the joy of the serene maternity. And I thrust on my chest, together with the platinum brooch, also the shining, ostentatious professional accomplishments.
But still, during the long hours of my winter insomnias, when my thought is washed by make-up and all the world's sceneries become dumb, I terribly miss the poor and naive years of my first loves.
I remember the narrow one-room flat where we felt asleep embraced, mad of love and frightened that, at the end of the dream, we will not be able to come off one from each other, that we will not know anymore who you are, who I am.
I tenderly remember the rainy mornings when we were so happy to find a free place in the tram, the nights spent reading Villon until the morning, smoking bad cigarettes, the dazed evening when you knotted me a blade of grass on the finger and begged me to be yours forever.
The despairs of our love are already gone. The years, the sadness, the mistrust, the loneliness hid under the canopy hump-backed by veils.
With a tear in the corner of my heart, I fall asleep late, I bitterly fall asleep.
And only sometimes, when my dream hurts me too much, I wake up and find the power to pray: "God, please take all the things I've useless gathered and give me back the poorness ennobled by love of my lost years. Take the expensive clothes, the nacreous car, the over burden furniture. Give me back the naive power to believe that there are loves to last forever, rings made by blades of grass that will never be broken."
(Alice Nastase - Tabu magazine) | | | Montreux, Switzerland (2003) |
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| | Words of wisdom about love > The most powerful symptom of love is a tenderness which becomes at times almost insupportable. (Victor Hugo)
> We can only learn to love by loving. (Iris Murdoch)
> You come to love not by finding the perfect person, but by seeing an imperfect person perfectly. (Sam Keen)
> The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned. (Somerset Maugham)
> There is more hunger for love and appreciation in this world than for bread. (Mother Teresa)
> The heart has reasons that reason does not understand. (Jacques Benigne Bossuel)
> To fear love is to fear life, and those who fear life are already three parts dead. (Bertrand Russell, Earl Russell)
> A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person. (Mignon McLaughlin)
> You cannot change anybody but yourself so don't try to change your partner. Love him as he is. You'll get better results.
> The one who loves you will not make you cry alone at night thinking about him. He will be right beside you telling you it will be alright.
> The way to love anything is to realize it can be lost.
> If you want to be successful in life, be a wise. If you want to be successful in love, be foolish.
> To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
> Don't try so hard, the best things come when you least expect them to.
> They say forgive and forget, but if someone is worth forgiving then you'll never forget them.
> Love is accepting, not expecting. |
Interview with God, by Octavian Paler
- So you'd like to take me an interview... says God.
- If you have time... I answered.
God smiled.
- My time is the eternity... What kind of questions would you like to ask me?
- What is surprising you more in people?
God answered:
- The fact that they get bored of childhood and hurry to grow... but than hanker after being child again; the fact that they lose their health for making money... and than they lose the money for regaining the health; the fact that they are worried about the future but forget the present, so they don't live either the present nor the future; the fact that they live as they will never die and die as they never lived.
God took my hand and we stayed quietly for a while.
Than I asked:
- As parent, which are some of life lessons your kids should learn?
- To learn that it takes only a second to open deep wounds in the heart of the ones they love... but it takes so many years to heal these wounds; to learn that a rich man is not the one that has more, but the one that needs less; to learn that there are persons which love them but maybe they don't know how to express their feelings; to learn that two persons can watch the same thing and see it different; to learn that is not enough to forgive the others but they also have to forgive themselves.
- Thank you for the time you have offered me... I humbly said. But is there another thing that You wish them to know?
God looked at me smiling and said:
- The fact that I'm here, always. | | |
| Montreux, Switzerland (2003) |
| | Story of life Once upon a time a very poor man had a beautiful horse. The master of the land asked him repeatedly to sell the horse, but every time, the old man refused him.
- This horse is not a simple animal for myself, is a friend. How can I sell my friend?
One morning he went to the stable and discovered that the horse disappeared.
All the peasants said to him:
- We've told you. You had to sell the horse. Now is gone. What a terrible bad luck!
- Bad luck or good luck? said the old man. Who can say?
Everybody laughed, but after 15 days the horse came back followed by a herd of wild horses. Escaped from the stable, the horse had found a wild mare and came back with the whole herd.
- What luck! said the peasants.
The old man and his son started to train the wild horses. But just a week after, his son broke a leg trying to train the horses.
- Bad luck! told to him the peasants. What are you going to do without your son's help?
- Bad luck, good luck, who can tell? said the old man.
After few days the soldiers of the land master forced all the young men from the village to join the army. All, except one... the old man's son, which had the leg broken.
- How lucky you are! cried the peasants. All our sons will go to war, but you can keep yours at home. Our sons will probably die...
But the old man said: "Bad luck, good luck, who knows?"
The future comes to us in pieces. We never know what's going to happen next.
But if we always keep a positive attitude, all the doors will remain opened, and we'll be happier. |
The difference between men and women
An English teacher wrote the words:
"A woman without her man is nothing" on the chalkboard and asked his students to punctuate it correctly.
All the males in the class wrote:
"A woman, without her man, is nothing."
All the females in the class wrote:
"A woman: without her, man is nothing."
Punctuation is powerful! | | |
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