Posted by: Silvia
in Quotes & Aphorisms (Moods)
The extreme of pain, like the extreme of joy, changes the look of things.
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The extreme of pain, like the extreme of joy, changes the look of things.
But his eyes were slightly faded for the many days left without a lick of paint under the sun and rain.
It's useless to illude oneself, once you've lost the moment nothing is the same, people return but things don't go back to being what they were, people come back but you can't go back to restart from a moment that has vanished in time.
What is happening to me? Who am I becoming? I feel double, as if a part of me had started looking at me, observing my life.
I wonder if it's more sinful to follow what I feel or the hipocrisy of living what I'm not.
Pleasure is the only thing to live for. Nothing ages like happiness.
Why have I let myself be transported this way? Because I hadn't any strength left. I was tired or lying to myself. Tired of constantly following the right thing to do. For the fist time in life I accepted to jump in the dark, of doing something dangerous.
There are some people who believe they're special. Other's, silently, are.