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-A parasit totul din pricina unor iluzii,rapunse el.Si-a inchipui ca sunt un erou de roman si a sperat ingaduinta nemarginita din partea devotamentului meu cavaleresc.Mi-e greu s-o consider drept o faptura rationala,caci a dat dovada de prea multa incapatanare,cand si-a format ideile fanteziste despre caracterul meu si a actionat in virtutea iluziilor false cu care s-a hranit.Dar acum, in sfarsit cred ca incepe sa ma cunoasca.Nu mai observ zambetele acelea naive si strambaturile care ma enervau atat la inceput si nici incapacitatea prosteasca de a intelege ca-i vorbesc serios cand ii spuneam ce cred despre ingamfarea ei si despre ea insasi.Iar eforul de a dobandi perspicacitatea necesara pentru a-si da seama ca n-o iubesc ma uimeste.Intr-o vreme credeam ca nimic n-o va putea face sa inteleaga asta!Si totusi parca n-a inteles tocmai bine,caci azi-dimineata m-a anuntat,facandu-mi dovada inteligentei sale nemaipomenite,ca am izbutit s-o fac sa ma urasca.

Breakfast at Tiffany's

Paul: I love you.
Holly : So what.
Paul : So what? So plenty! I love you, you belong to me!
Holly:No. People don't belong to people.
Paul : Of course they do!
Holly: I'll never let ANYBODY put me in a cage.
Paul : I don't want to put you in a cage, I want to love you!



Paul : You know what's wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You're chicken, you've got no guts. You're afraid to stick out your chin and say, "Okay, life's a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that's the only chance anybody's got for real happiness." You call yourself a free spirit, a "wild thing," and you're terrified somebody's gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you're already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it's not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It's wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.

Watch my mascara dripping down.

They say if it doesn't kill you it'll make you stronger.

Sa incepem cu cea mai importanta definitie:

IPOCRÍT, -Ă, ipocriți, -te, adj., s.m. și f. 1. Adj., s.m. și f. (Persoană) care se arată altfel de cum este; (om) prefăcut, fățarnic, mincinos, perfid, prefăcut, șiret, viclean

Bine,dar explicatia nu este completa pentru ca un om ipocrit si"caracterul"(lipsa mai exact)acestuia nu poate fi definit in cuvinte!

Ipocrizia inseamna falsitate. Falsitate in actiuni si in vorbe.

A fi ipocrit inseamna sa minti desi stii ca nimeni nu te crede. A fi ipocrit inseamna sa nu-ti asumi responsabilitatea a ceea ce faci. A fi ipocrit inseamna sa spui ceva doar de dragul de a spune.

Sunt satula de astfel de oameni. Imi este lehamite de ipocriti.
Si imi pare rau de cei care nu inteleg acest cuvant, aceasta stare mizerabila de manifestare a existentei umane.

Si acum ca a-ti invatat ce fel de"oameni"sunt unii.Aveti grija sa va feriti!

Ploaie

Cerul?

E trist.

Parca-l doare ceva. Dar oare ce?Indiferenta ta?Sau poate… nepasarea mea fata de ziua de maine?

Vantul bate.Ploua.E curent.Un geam de vis-a-vis se loveste de zid.Ascult.Picaturile de ploaie se lovesc de pervazul geamului.E frig.Sau poate gandul ca tu nu esti imi da fiori…

As vrea sa am raspunsuri,raspunsuri la cele mai banale lucruri care sunt atat de complicate.Chiar as vrea.Viata e complicata.Si eu sunt complicata?Da,sunt.Nici nu vreau sa ma inteleg,caci as pierde atatea lucruri,daca mi-as descoperii toate defectele,toate slabiciunile…nu,nu eu raman asa,vreau sa ma surpind mereu…insa,te-as lasa pe tine sa mi le descoperi,cu teama de a ma frange dupa aceea...asa "defecta" cum sunt ai putea sa ma mai iubesti?

Ai fost ca o ploaie rece de vara…ceva ce m-a trezit la realitare...ceva de ce aveam nevoie si nu stiam...ceva ce imi lipseste in zilele in care viata ma sufoca…

Mi-as dorii sa fiu si eu ca ploaia.Intr-un ciclu constant,pe acelasi drum.Poate ca doar asa as putea sa-mi dau seama de greselile pe care le-am facut,de lucrurile pe care le-am spus si nu trebuiau spuse.Poate ca as putea in cele din urma sa cad pe umerii tai sau sa-ti mangai chipul atunci cand mergi singur si adormit pe strada.Poate as reusi sa-ti intru in ochi,stiind ca te-ai supara,dar macar ti-ai da seama ca exist.

Ploua afara.Iubitule te plimbi singur pe strada?

Some say...

Since a very long time ago, people have searched for the meaning of love. But even the great philosophers, with their definitions, could not fully touch its true essence.

Some say love is a river...
Some say love is a silly song...
Some say love is all around us it lifts us up where we belong...
Some say love is hearing laughter in the rain...

But we all know,love is pain.

In a survey of 4-8 year old ,kids share their views on love:

• Love is that first feeling you feel before all the bad stuff gets in the way.

• When someone loves you, the way she/he says your name is different. You know that your name is safe in her mouth.

• Love is what makes you smile when you're tired.

• Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.

• Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your french fries without making them give you any of theirs.

• Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is ok.

• You really shouldn't say 'I love you' unless you mean it. But if you mean it, you should say it a lot. People forget.

• Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and you talk more. My mommy and daddy are like that. They look gross when they kiss but they look happy and sometimes they dance in the kitchen while kissing.

• Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it everyday.

• Love is when mommy sees daddy smelly and sweaty and still says he is handsome.

• When you're born and see your mommy for the first time. That's love.

• When you love somebody, your eyelashes go up and down and little stars come out of you.

• Love is when mommy sees daddy on the toilet and she doesn't think it's gross.

• You can break love, but it won't die.

But what do little kids know about love?

La oglindă

Azi am să-ncrestez în grindă
Jos din cui acum, oglindă!
Mama-i dusă-n sat! Cu dorul
Azi e singur puişorul,
Şi-am închis uşa la tindă
Cu zăvorul.
Iată-mă! Tot eu cea veche!
Ochii? hai, ce mai pereche!
Şi ce cap frumos răsare!
Nu-i al meu? Al meu e oare?
Dar al cui! Şi la ureche
Uite-o floare.
Asta-s eu! Şi sunt voinică!
Cine-a zis că eu sunt mică?
Uite, zău, acum iau seama
Că-mi stă bine-n cap năframa
Şi ce fată frumuşică
Are mama!
Mă gândeam eu că-s frumoasă!
Dar cum nu! Şi mama-mi coasă
Şorţ cu flori, minune mare
Nu-s eu fată ca oricare:
Mama poate fi făloasă
Că mă are.
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Fairy tale

If you ask me,we go to the movies because we want to see fairy tales...a sleeping queen woken by her true love's kiss...a princess who puts aside her jewels to make her way in the world...lover torn apart being brought back together...
But life isn't a fairy tale...and happy endings are few and far between...so that's why we need movies to remind us that despite it all,love can still spring in the most unlikely places...and that sometimes even fairy tales can come true!

si Nimic..

Asteptase o mare durere,se crezuse pierduta,se intrebase daca avea sa supravietuiasca plecarii lui.Si nu fu nimic.Era surprinsa de marele calm ce urma.Nici nu-i venea sa creada.Nu.Nu se intamplase nimic.Glontul trecuse pe alaturi.Se mira gasind lucrurile la locul lor,se mira de simplul fapt ca viata continua asa cum o apucase.Totul era preferabil nesigurantei in care traise pana atunci si chinului de a se convinge ca e iubita,cand stia bine ca nu era.Incepea sa traiasca monoton,plictisitor,dar fara mari tensiuni si fara asteptari.Se intoarse la ocupatiile ei marunte si se adanci in ele serioasa,hotarata sa creada ca acesta este un fel de a trai.In oras iesea rar.Nu mai avea pe cine sa intalneasca pe acele strazi pustii si gandul ca,dupa niciun colt de strada,la vitrina niciunei librarii,de nicaieri silueta lui… nu putea sa-i iasa inainte,ii facea rau.Niciodata nu crezuse ca lipsa unui om poate fi mai reala si mai vasta decat prezenta lui … ,care cand era,era intr-un singur loc.Acum,cand lipsea,lipsea de pretutindeni.Totusi,intr-o zi,cand iesise la cumparaturi,avu un moment de emotie.Recunoscuse inaintea ei,dupa mers,o silueta familiara si asta ii facu inima sa-i bata mai tare …

Ps: I Love You!

Am revazut filmul care ma face sa visez la dragoste "ca-n filme"sau "ca-n povesti" se numeste "PS:I Love You!"si este cred a 5-a oara cand il vad , deja stiu replicile si toata actiunea dar mereu ma supride[recunosc ca ma face sa plang!:)].
Cred sau mai bine zis sunt sigura ca o sa continui sa-l vad pentru ca e unul din filmele pe care pot sa le vizionez la nesfarsit si sa nu ma satur.
Am nevoie de filme ca acesta ca sa imi aduca aminte ca dragostea exista.

Am strans citate:

Holly : Dear Gerry, you said you wanted me to fall in love again, and maybe one day I will. But there are all kinds of love out there. This is my one and only life, And its a great and terrible and short and endless thing, and none of us come out of it alive. I don't have a plan... except, it's time my mom laughed again. She has never seen the world... she has never seen Ireland. So, I'm taking her back where we started... Maybe now she'll understand. I don't know how you did it, but you brought me back from the dead. I'll write to you again soon. P.S... Guess what? I love you!

Gerry : Dear Holly, I don't have much time. I don't mean literally, I mean you're out buying ice cream and you'll be home soon. But I have a feeling this is the last letter, because there is only one thing left to tell you. It isn't to go down memory lane or make you buy a lamp, you can take care of yourself without any help from me. It's to tell you how much you move me, how you changed me. You made me a man, by loving me Holly. And for that, I am eternally grateful... literally. If you can promise me anything, promise me that whenever you're sad, or unsure, or you lose complete faith, that you'll try to see yourself through my eyes. Thank you for the honor of being my wife. I'm a man with no regrets. How lucky am I. You made my life, Holly. But I'm just one chapter in yours. There'll be more. I promise. So here it comes, the big one. Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Watch out for that signal, when life as you know it ends. P.S. I will always love you !

Patricia: I bet you've had a hard time walking into a room full of people on your own, right? Yeah. I know that. I know what it is not to feel like your in the room until he looks at you or touches your hand or even makes a joke at your expense, just to let everyone know... you're with him. You're his.

Patricia: So now, all alone or not, you gotta walk ahead. Thing to remember is if we're all alone, then we're all together in that too.

Gerry: Every morning I still wake up and the first thing I want to do is to see your face.

Holly :When daddy left, I was fourteen, and I said... never again, no man. And then I meet Gerry. This wonderful man happens to me and then, and then, and then he died! What was the point? I'm so angry I could kill somebody. I'm alone, and it doesn't matter what job I have or what I do or what I don't do or what friends I have, he's not here. I mean you're alone no matter what.

Holly : No, it's not gonna work. I feel like I'm trying on a new pair of shoes I really wanna buy, but they just don't fit. Sorry.
William : Alright then, how about going barefoot for a while?
Holly : Oh, never mind. I'm just screwed up. I'm trouble..yeah.
William : I like trouble.
Holly : Oh no, I don't mean "cool Pulp Fiction" trouble. I mean "mental case wacko" trouble.

Sub umbrela mea!

Stii?

Atunci cand ploua te ascunzi de picaturile reci de apa sub umbrela.Umbrela e un obiect care te apara.Te apara de lume ... de lume si de vorbele lumii care pot sa te raneasca uneori...

Acolo sub umbrela cu buline,este lumea mea...Cateodata cineva incearca sa se furiseze sau sa-mi sopteasca ceva din exterior.Dar eu ...eu ma simt bine aici,pazita de "ploaie"cu posibilitatea de a primii musafiri cand imi doresc companie...