in Quotes & Aphorisms (Love)
They say love is a simple thing. I don't believe that, it's so complicated that nobody has ever managed to give it a true and proper meaning.
Written on saturday september 29, 2012
They say love is a simple thing. I don't believe that, it's so complicated that nobody has ever managed to give it a true and proper meaning.
Time discolours everything, but not the people you love.
Love is born everywhere, love belongs to all, love is feelings, love is essence, love is mine, yours, love is of those who can love. Especially of who knows how to dream.
When you get lost in someone's soul, you don't worry understanding where you are and what will or won't be the right road to follow, you just let yourself go, you abandon yourself in there with the idea of being safe, with the sensation of having found yourself, for some time now, in an unknown land.
Love isn't a promise of what it can give us, love is a promise of respect, of truthfulness and especially trust!
When we are too in love with someone we can't manage imagining a life without them.
Love is quite a strange chemical reaction. We know that the effort for concentration that enables the brain to desire someone, to make her special towards the rest of humanity and ennobling her, isn't comparable to anything else. Basically when you're under this effectyou can't dedicate the other senses to anything else. That's why when it appears, when it manifests, it's recognised immediately. It's one of the few things of which we're certain, love.
Sometimes, I don't feel my legs or my arms, I can't see, I can't hear and even if there were words, I just gaze and I prefer silence; I am heart, all heart, irreparably heart, tragically heart, devilishly heart. I feel it pulsating everywhere.
Maybe my words may seem sour, maybe my resentment isn't but the shadow of that insistent need to love you, not with standing all, not with standing you. You might never hear my words, but what sweeter thing is there in the world of a lost love letter, vanished in the darkness of dreams, in the cold night that makes my words eternl and my love pure. Mad sun shut that insolent presumption that makes you always so alive, so sadly happy, for you know that without her you will never really be so... splendid moon continue to fight against the dark of night and seek it with your light o'er sea and earth, don't abandon it for should this happen he would be lost, lost like who has nothing left, a hope, an escape route, lost like who has no peace and only hears the strong sound of wandering thoughts. Should my uncertainty become certain, should you always feel faith in my words, then you shall understand what happiness is.
Living completely all emotions that love gives you is marvellous, but sometimes you would want to close everything in a drawer and throw away the key.