Posted by: MartyEss
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Love)
In a true love story, the person whom you're with is the best looking-glass to see your flaws and your limits.
from the book "È una vita che ti aspetto" by Fabio Volo
In a true love story, the person whom you're with is the best looking-glass to see your flaws and your limits.
Maybe you must learn to be with people, and not expect a perfect fit.
Growing-up, instead, I'm always more convinced, and I don't know on what basis, that in life there is only one true love. That there is only one prince-charming for women and a princess for men. The kindered-spirit. And that all the others are just extras. I was happy thinking that I would've been the prince-charming to one woman in the world. Maybe a wanker for the rest of the female universe, maybe insignificant, ugly, not charming, that maybe with me Cinderella would've gone home at ten, quater-past max, Snow white after my kiss would've pretended to die again, but for someone... make way, I was prince-charming. The handsomest, the most charming, the most interesting. Isn't it wonderful knowing that for someone, a person of the world you are the "most"? Isn't it incredible? Doesn't it give you a stronger sense of responsability? I always liked this thing.
It took me a while to understand that it's more important for a woman to be happy than to be faithful. Because a happy woman doesn't betray you. A happy woman is always faithful. She doesn't need anything else. This also goes for men, but for them it's harder because they have to fight against the impulse of salvaging the species.
Like the bee sucks and enriches the beehive of all the desires that she pics upon her path, so the lover enriches his own love.
Give wings to fly to who you love, roots to come back to and reasons to stay.
And love looked at time and laughed, because he knew he didn't need him. He pretended to die for a day, and to blossom again in the evening, lawlessly. He fell asleep in a corner of the heart for a non existant time. He ran away without going away, it came back without having left, time died and he remained.
I am an island and the stars have surrounded me and if I walk in silence I will find the path to get back to my road where I left you every decisive moment in a story.
A life without love is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Forgive me, forgive me for loving you and having let you know.