tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11239969471367109382024-03-06T10:37:41.829+02:00Love quotationsSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.comBlogger166125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-82940068115263965412013-04-13T14:38:00.000+03:002013-04-13T14:38:01.241+03:00The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
<br /><b>Chuck Palahniuk</b>, <i>Invisible Monsters</i></div>
Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-46487526874272073042013-02-28T22:36:00.007+02:002013-02-28T22:36:45.837+02:00One day spent with someone you love can change everythingOne day spent with someone you love can change everything.
Mitch AlbomSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-72387269723431802062013-02-28T22:36:00.005+02:002013-02-28T22:36:30.443+02:00I would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfoldingI would love to live like a river flows, carried by the surprise of its own unfolding.
John O'DonohueSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-53343066450059421532013-02-28T22:36:00.003+02:002013-03-04T10:43:36.721+02:00The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
The way to love anything is to realize that it might be lost.<br />
<b> G. K. Chesterton</b></div>
Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-78046129081329127982013-02-28T22:36:00.001+02:002013-02-28T22:36:01.191+02:00True love takes us to where only our imaginations dare to dreamTrue love takes us to where only our imaginations dare to dream.
Christina Esau-WhitmerSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-31633198041299210342013-02-28T22:35:00.004+02:002013-02-28T22:35:43.129+02:00The cost of not following your heart, is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.The cost of not following your heart, is spending the rest of your life wishing you had.
J. PaulsenSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-62995741109931102972013-02-28T22:35:00.002+02:002013-02-28T22:35:05.221+02:00Happiness is a journey, not a destinationHappiness is a journey, not a destination. For a long time it seemed to me that life was about to begin—real life. But there was always some obstacle in the way, something to be gotten through first, some unfinished business, time still to be served, a debt to be paid. At last it dawned on me that these obstacles were my life. This perspective has helped me to see there is no way to happiness. Happiness is the way. So treasure every moment you have and remember that time waits for no one.
Alfred D. SouzaSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-50739707589165359402013-02-24T18:53:00.001+02:002013-02-24T18:54:09.026+02:00Without love, without anger, without sorrow, breath is just a clock ticking<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Preston: What's the point of your existence?<br />
Mary: To feel.<br />
Cause you've never done it, you can never know it. But it's as vital as breath. And without it—without love, without anger, without sorrow—breath is just a clock ticking.<br />
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Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-74444915680545905122013-02-24T12:37:00.001+02:002013-02-24T12:37:09.683+02:00Find what you love and let it kill you (Bukowski) <div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
Find what you love and let it kill you<br />
Charles Bukowski</div>
Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-34691516954944872222013-02-24T12:36:00.004+02:002013-02-24T12:36:31.001+02:00We accept the love we think we deserve<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
We accept the love we think we deserve<br />
<i>Stephen Chbosky</i></div>
Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-74425341587586887102012-02-02T18:19:00.000+02:002012-02-02T18:19:30.529+02:00One should never direct people towards happiness, because happiness too is an idol of the market-place (Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn)One should never direct people towards happiness, because happiness too is an idol of the market-place. One should direct them towards mutual affection. A beast gnawing at its prey can be happy too, but only human beings can feel affection for each other, and this is the highest achievement they can aspire to.<br />
<a href="http://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=233097.0">Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn</a>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-75708625721462334192010-09-30T18:18:00.002+03:002010-09-30T18:29:55.129+03:00Beauty without the beloved is like a sword through the heart<a href="http://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php?topic=72064.0">Beauty without the beloved is like a sword through the heart</a>.<br />
<b>Dante Gabriel Rossetti</b>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-43745813112054580472010-03-06T20:13:00.001+02:002010-03-06T20:13:14.520+02:00There is only one happiness in life, to love and be lovedThere is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.<br />
<b>George Sand</b>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-37356823092483335452010-03-06T20:12:00.002+02:002010-03-06T20:12:51.657+02:00Il n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie, c'est d'aimer et d'être aiméIl n'y a qu'un bonheur dans la vie, c'est d'aimer et d'être aimé.<br />
George SandSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-21882180678027369672010-03-06T20:10:00.001+02:002010-03-06T20:10:53.030+02:00Il y a seulement un bonheur dans cette vie, aimer et être aiméIl y a seulement un bonheur dans cette vie, aimer et être aimé.Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-20276529369165966492010-02-27T17:20:00.000+02:002010-02-27T17:20:15.788+02:00Unless you are a healthy, growing individualUnless you are a healthy, growing individual – unless, as it were, you love yourself – you can't love others.<br />
<b>Sangharakshita</b>, <i>Peace is a fire</i>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-53787878482718525582010-02-27T16:07:00.002+02:002010-02-27T16:07:28.783+02:00Love has only a beginning; It has no end.Love has only a beginning; It has no end.<br />
<b>Sant Darshan Singh</b> (1921-1989), <i>A Tear And A Star</i>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-56505939713658939142009-06-20T00:08:00.002+03:002009-06-20T00:08:59.728+03:00It's better to lose your pride to someone you loveIt's better to lose your pride to someone you love,<br />than to lose your love because of your pride.<br />Be a friend of thousands, be a lover of one.<br />Never let go of the one who truly loves youSpiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-31024488552779615922009-06-08T14:49:00.000+03:002009-06-08T14:50:25.850+03:00Only love and death will change all thingsMy house says to me, "Do not leave me, for here dwells your past."<br />And the road says to me, "Come and follow me, for I am your future."<br />And I say to both my house and the road, "I have no past, nor have I a future. If I stay here, there is a going in my staying; and if I go there is a staying in my going. Only love and death will change all things."<br /><span class="nav" style="font-size: smaller;"></span><b><a href="http://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php/topic,40956.0.html" class="nav">Khalil Gibran - Sand and Foam</a></b>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-75387402781580553852009-06-05T17:02:00.000+03:002009-06-05T17:03:28.794+03:00Un seul être vous manque et tout est dépeupléFrench: Un seul être vous manque et tout est dépeuplé.<br /><br />English: You miss one person and the whole world is deserted.<br /><span class="nav" style="font-size: smaller;"></span><b><a href="http://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php/topic,44615.0.html" class="nav">Lamartine, L'isolement</a></b>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-80893849367336002902009-05-27T10:28:00.002+03:002009-05-27T10:29:18.780+03:00All else has long been forgotten by meONCE I pass'd through a populous city, imprinting my brain, for<br />future use, with its shows, architecture, customs, and<br />traditions;<br />Yet now, of all that city, I remember only a woman I casually met<br />there, who detain'd me for love of me;<br />Day by day and night by night we were together,—All else has long<br />been forgotten by me;<br />I remember, I say, only that woman who passionately clung to me;<br />Again we wander—we love—we separate again;<br />Again she holds me by the hand—I must not go!<br />I see her close beside me, with silent lips, sad and tremulous.<br /><br /><span class="nav" style="font-size:smaller;"></span><b><a href="http://www.translatum.gr/forum/index.php/topic,44162.0.html" class="nav">Walt Whitman - Once I Pass'd Through A Populous City</a></b>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-14675930457746123542009-05-23T21:23:00.001+03:002009-05-23T21:23:46.672+03:00Can miles truly separate you from friends?Can miles truly separate you from friends... If you want to be with someone you love, aren't you already there?<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Richard Bach</span>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-68857103089151459672009-05-23T21:22:00.001+03:002009-05-23T21:22:56.547+03:00We only part to meet againWe only part to meet again.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">John Gay</span>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-78367515517750708172009-05-23T21:21:00.000+03:002009-05-23T21:22:24.899+03:00Your absence has not taught me to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wallYour absence has not taught me to be alone, it merely has shown that when together we cast a single shadow on the wall.<br /><span style="font-weight:bold;">Doug Fetherling</span>Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1123996947136710938.post-1906161348211998882009-04-28T10:36:00.002+03:002009-04-28T10:40:21.164+03:00All those who suffer in the world do so because of their desire for their own happinessAll those who suffer in the world do so because of their desire for their own happiness. All those happy in the world are so because of their desire for happiness for their happiness of others.<br /><br />Shantideva, Bodhicarayavatara ("Entering into the Bodhisattva Way of Life" - translated by Kate Crosby and Andrew. Skilton, 1996).Spiroshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14077149200539523608noreply@blogger.com0