Arhivele lunare: aprilie 2011
Someday..
I heard that you're settled down.
That you found a girl and you're married now.
I heard that your dreams came true.
Guess she gave you things I didn't give to you.
Old friend, why are you so shy?
It ain't like you to hold back or hide from the light
I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited,
But I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it.
I'd hoped you'd see my face & that you'd be reminded,
That for me, it isn't over.
Nevermind, I'll find someone like you.
I wish nothing but the best for you too.
Don't forget me, I beg, I'll remember you said:
"Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead"
Sometimes it lasts in love but sometimes it hurts instead.
You'd know how the time flies.
Only yesterday was the time of our lives.
We were born and raised in a summer haze.
Bound by the surprise of our glory days.
That for me, it isn't over yet.
Nothing compares, no worries or cares.
Regret's and mistakes they're memories made.
Who would have known how bittersweet this would taste?
Publicat pe 16 aprilie 2011 de yulik2531	în Keep breathing...	• Scrie un comentariu
"Sometimes we love with nothing more than hope. sometimes we cry with everything except tears. In the end, that's all there is: love and its duty, sorrow and its truth. In the end that's all we have – to hold on tight until the dawn".
"He had said once that nothing grieves more deeply or pathetically than one half of a great love that isn't meant to be. And he was right, of course, up to a point. But I coulnd't let it go, that hope of loving her, and I couldn't ignore the instinct that enjoined me to wait, and wait, and wait".
"They'd lied to me and betrayed me, leaving jagged edges where all my trust had been, and I didn't like or respect or admire them any more, but still I loved them. I had no choice. I understood that, perfectly, standing in the white wilderness of snow. You can't kill love. Yopu can't even kill it with hate. You can kill in – love, and loving, and even loveliness. You can kill them all, or numb them into dense, leaden regret, but you can't kill love itself. Love is the passionate search for a truth other than your own; and once you feel it, honestly and completely, love is forever. Every act of love, every moment of the heart reaching out, is a part of the universal good: it's part of God, or what we call God, and it can never die".
"The cloak of the past is cut from patches of feeling, and sewn with rebus threads. Most of the time, the best we can do is wrap it around ourselves for comfort or drag it behind us as we struggle to go on. But everything has its cause and its meaning. Every life, every love, every action and feeling and thought has it's reason and significance: its beginning, and the part it plays in the end. Sometimes, we do see. Sometimes, we see the past so clearly, and read the legend of its parts with such acuity, that every stitch of time reveals its purpose, and a kind of message is enfolded in it. Nothing in any life, no matter how well or poorly lived, is wiser that failure or clearer than sorrow. And in the tiny, precious wisdom that they give to us, even those dread and halted enemies, suffering and failure, have their reason and their right to be".
"Shantaram" – David Gregory Roberts
"The ancient Sanskrit legends speak of a destined love, a karmic connection between souls that are fated to meet and collide and enrapture one another. The legend say that the loved one is instantly recognised because she's loved in every gesture, every expression of tought, every movement, every sound, and every mood that prays in her eyes. The legend say that we know her by her wings – the wings that only we can see – and because wanting her kills every other desire of love.
The same legend also carry warnings that such fated love may, sometimes, be the possession and the obsession of one, and only one, of the two souls twinned by destiny. But wisdom, in one sense, is the opposite of love. Love survives in us precisely because it isn't wise."
Publicat pe 2 aprilie 2011 de yulik2531	în Iubire	• Scrie un comentariu