To love!
May we stay away from it when it's no good for us!

Plăcerea fizică nu este decât o plăcere;poate ceva mai mare decât celelalte,dar, oricum,o plăcere ca oricare alta.Nu reprezintă decât un aspect-şi nu cel mai important-al relaţiei pe care o numim iubire.Lucrul esenţial este adevărul, încrederea care se stabileşte între doi oameni,două suflete. Că adevărata infidelitate este cea care ascunde infidelitatea fizică. Pentru că lucrul care nu trebuie să existe niciodată între doi oameni, care şi-au oferit unul altuia dragostea, este minciuna. Fowles

You taunted me with whispered confessions and broken promises, leaving me to stay up at night listening to your songs.
love, that's what you called me, so many times when I put my heart in to you. But that too you broke; along with your promises, along with my perception of what love really is. Does it exist? Is that what you showed me? If it was, then you broke me, stripping me bare, leaving me to stand naked in front of fractured mirrors at midnight trying to find answers in skin and hope in curves. And faith in myself because I learned to never put it in someone else. You didn't leave me whole but with a hole, a gaping wound for sparrows to fly through and for spiders to web in. I'll fill it though, fill this space in my chest with dreams for myself and love for my soul.

You have a beautiful, expressive soul. The use of diction that wastes not a word. Strung together from your thoughts, knitting them into words. A plush fabric that warms hearts and brings smiles to many. Your pieces are a true work of beauty from a truly beautiful mind. An imagination that beckons inspiration. You are my inspiration and aspiration to write.

Plus, you're hot.

Nothing of me is original. I am the combined effort of everybody I’ve ever known.
“— Chuck Palahniuk

It’s sad when people you know become people you knew.

When you can walk right past someone like they were never a big part of your life. How you used to be able to talk for hours. And how, now, you can barely even look at them.

Sometimes all you can do is not think. Not wonder. Not obsess. Not imagine. Just breathe. Breathe in, breathe out. Everything works out in the end, and the more time you spend worrying about it, the longer it takes for things to end perfectly. Just the way they should.

That is the problem with dealing with someone who is actually a good listener. They don’t jump in on your sentences, saving you from actually finishing them, or talk over you, allowing what you do manage to get out to be lost or altered in transit. Instead, they wait, so you have to keep going.

The best things in life are unseen. That’s why we close our eyes when we cry, laugh, kiss, and dream.
“— (via raindropsonredroses)

There should be a place, where only the things you want to happen, happen.
“— Where the Wild Things Are

I didn't want to know the truth.I wanted to think of you as being pure,sincere...in love.But you're no more different than expected..

Knowing can be a curse on a person’s life. I’d traded in a pack of lies for a pack of truth, and I didn’t know which one was heavier. Which one took the most strength to carry around? It was a ridiculous question, though, because once you know the truth, you can’t ever go back and pick up your suitcase of lies. Heavier or not, the truth is yours now.
Sue Monk Kidd (The Secret Life of Bees)

Every single person has at least one secret that would break your heart. If we could just remember this, I think there would be a lot more compassion and tolerance in the world.
— Frank Warren

Let’s be honest. Sometimes there is nothing harder in life than being happy for somebody else.
Some part of getting a second chance is taking the responsibility for the mess you made in the first place.
“— Jack Bauer

The minute you think you’re going to lose something, it suddenly becomes the most important thing in your life.

I believe in sleeping in. I believe in giving 100% when you only have 80. I believe in love, arguing, and jamming out by yourself in the car. I believe in kisses on the forehead. I believe in long kisses, smiling till your cheeks hurt, and laughing until you cry. I believe in having someone tell you that you’re beautiful. I believe in having someone play with your hair. I believe in swinging on swings and running in the rain. I believe in miracles and random acts of kindness.I believe in saying hello to anyone and everyone. I believe in second chances, and I believe in passion.

I love you

For all that you are
and everything that you do

I don’t know what to make of my fast heartbeat, butterflies that make me sick in the stomach, pictures I wish I’d never seen, songs that make me want to love, faces that brighten my day, and names I jump at. I don’t know what to make of my feelings.

I guess everyone has their reasons for keeping people away; an instinct to protect yourself from getting hurt. It’s part of human nature.When someone tells me “just be yourself”, I wonder if they realize exactly how difficult that can be.

You can’t live your life for other people. You’ve got to do what’s right for you, even if it hurts the people you love.Don’t you wish there was some place you could go, when you didn’t feel like dealing with anything anymore?

Sometimes you just need that someone. Someone to make you smile when you’re sad. Someone to tell you you’re beautiful. Someone to look forward to texting you everyday. Someone to talk to you every night. Someone to say, “I love you.” And mean it. Sometimes you just need that someone.

I don’t like when people start counting on me because then they start expecting things and when they start expecting things, I generally fail to deliver. I don’t know, maybe it would be best not even to have the opportunity in the first place. Because disappointing someone is just about the worse feeling in the world.

I want out of labels. I don’t want my life crammed into a single word. A story. I want to find something else, unknowable, some place to be that’s not on a map. A real adventure. A spinx. A mystery. A blank. Unknown. Undefined.

The problem is we want change. We wish for something different to come and sweep us off and away. But really, when that something different comes and knocks on our door we turn away. When it’s not exactly what we expected we run away from it thinking it can do nothing but harm. When in fact we should embrace it, accept the fact that things don’t always go to plan and learn to live with what’s thrown our way.

Here’s my theory on men and women. When a man meets a woman he decides within around thirty seconds whether or not he finds her attractive. If he does, they become friends. But the potential for them to become lovers never quite goes away. When a woman meets a man she decides within around thirty seconds whether or not she finds him attractive. Even if she doesn’t, they become friends, but at any given point in their relationship, she could fall in love with him because he’s kind, sensitive, and he makes her laugh. Because she grows up and realizes the sexual attraction is not the be-all and end-all to life. Because she finally realizes that she deserves a nice guy. That nice guys aren’t all boring. That sometimes they do wonders for your ego, that sometimes they’re just what you need.

Sometimes you need to be alone. Sometimes, you just don’t want to be comforted. Because you need the chance to take it in. All that has been, all the pain left behind. The best cure is time on your own to analyze, time to pull yourself together again and time to see that all you ever wanted is now nothing but a fading memory. Time to let it go, and time to start over again.

Okay, I admit it. I do think about you more than I should, I want to be around you more than I should, I want to see you more than I should, I want to speak to you more than I should. I guess I just like you more than I should.

All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think we become.
“— Buddha

It’s everybody, I mean. Everything everybody does is so — I don’t know — not wrong, or even mean, or even stupid necessarily. But just so tiny and meaningless and — sad-making. And the worst part is, if you go bohemian or something crazy like that, you’re conforming just as much only in a different way.
“— J.D. Salinger

We all tell lies. Simply because people are more comfortable with lies than with truths.Just because she comes off strong doesn’t mean she didn’t fall asleep crying, and even though she acts like nothing’s wrong, maybe she’s just really good at lying.
I know how it feels to be on the edge of your bed, your head buried in your hands, wishing everything would end. Believe me, I know.

As soon as you start to have romantic feelings for someone, you’re fucked. You and this person are going to hurt one another. Even if you are together for the rest of your life, you’re going to feel indescribable pain. When you’re in, no matter how deep, you’re in.

It’s funny, we let strangers read about our lives, but we keep secrets from our closest friends.

I’m afraid.

I have this fear that one day you’ll finally get a good look at me and I’m going to disappoint you because you’ll see that I’m not as strong or as good as you think I am. And I’m afraid that it will change the way you think about me.
..so I guess you’re right; I’m afraid to let my guard down. I’m afraid that if you know who I am, your feelings will change. And I’m afraid that once my barrier is defeated and I’m comfortable, that you’ll walk away. Because that’s what everyone’s always done anyway.

I don’t have a fear of commitment, I have a fear of abandonment. We all screw things up, I screw things up. Especially with the people I love. I get needy, I get moody, I get distant, I want to be too close. I get confused, I don’t understand all of it. But I keep pushing because I hope that in this thing, the universe, there’s no way I’m the only person out there who wants something this bad. If I want it, someone else out there must too.

I don’t, can’t and won’t be who you want me to be. But in trying not to be, I think I kind of lost track of who I want me to be.
You could ink yourself until everyone knows all the things that you love. You could wear uniforms that give you all the authority in the world. Lose weight until there is nothing left. Paint your face. Suck in your gut. But in the dark, stripped down to your bones, all that remains is you.
I feel that I am finally growing weary of waiting to be consumed by you.
“— Fiona Apple

If you have food in the fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head, and a place to sleep, you are richer than 75% of the world. If you have any money in the bank, your wallet, and some spare change in a dish someplace, you are among the top 8% of the world’s wealthy. If you woke up this morning with more health than illness, you are more blessed than the million people who will not survive this week. If you have never experienced the danger of battle, the agony of imprisonment or torture, or the horrible pangs of starvation, you are luckier than 500 million people alive going through this suffering. If you can read this message you are more fortunate than the 3 billion people in the world who cannot read at all.

Slowly but surely I am beginning to learn the subtle difference between attention and affection.

When you had to choose, I said choose her. Because a guy like you deserves so much better than the lonely, heart-broken, fragile, tangled mess that is me. And you did. You chose her.

one of the worst feelings in the world is having to doubt something you once thought was unquestionable.

You don’t realize how much you care about someone until they don’t care about you.

What I want is to be needed. What I need is to be indispensable to somebody. Who I need is somebody that will eat up all my free time, my ego, my attention. Somebody addicted to me. A mutual addiction.


If someone wants to be a part of your life, they’ll make an effort to be in it. So don’t bother reserving a space in your heart for someone who doesn’t make an effort to stay.

I don’t know. People always think that there has got to be a dark side to everyone, a closet with skeletons, demons under the bed. People think all kinds of things about one another. They feel compelled to make up fears and false assumptions about their closest friends. Truth is, I’ll never know all there is to know about you just as you will never know all there is to know about me. Humans are by nature too complicated to be understood fully. So, we can choose either to approach our fellow human beings with suspicion or to approach them with an open mind, a dash of optimism and a great deal of candour.
“— Tom Hanks

I don’t want to be one of those easily forgotten people, so important at the time, so special, so influential, so treasured, yet years later just a vague face and a distant memory.

I stay up just late enough until I am just exhausted enough that I can fall into my bed and sink into immediate slumber. Because I can’t stand lying in a bed in a dark room alone with just my thoughts for so many hours and hours.

It happens to everyone as they grow up. You find out who you are and what you want, and then you realize that the people you have known forever don’t see things the way you do. And so you keep the memories, but find yourself moving on.