I sometimes think that people’s hearts are like deep wells. Nobody knows what’s at the bottom. All you can do is imagine by what comes floating to the surface every once in a while.
— Haruki Murakami
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or swallowed pills, or shoveled yourself a grave in the dirt, and you’re tired. You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for
— Richard Siken
— Richard Siken
Who can say
where the road goes
where the day flows
only time
And who can say
if your love grows
as your heart chose
only time
Who can say
why your heart sighs
as your love flies
only time
And who can say
why your heart cries
when your love lies
only time
Who can say
when the roads meet
that love might be
in your heart
And who can say
when the day sleeps
if the night keeps
all your heart
Night keeps all your heart
Who can say
if your love grows
as your heart chose
only time
And who can say
where the road goes
where the day flows
only time
Who knows - only time
Who knows - only time
-- Enya ..... I love this song! It been a while since I heard this song... Aww good memories..
- Posted using Edjk iPhone
where the road goes
where the day flows
only time
And who can say
if your love grows
as your heart chose
only time
Who can say
why your heart sighs
as your love flies
only time
And who can say
why your heart cries
when your love lies
only time
Who can say
when the roads meet
that love might be
in your heart
And who can say
when the day sleeps
if the night keeps
all your heart
Night keeps all your heart
Who can say
if your love grows
as your heart chose
only time
And who can say
where the road goes
where the day flows
only time
Who knows - only time
Who knows - only time
-- Enya ..... I love this song! It been a while since I heard this song... Aww good memories..
- Posted using Edjk iPhone
Thinking
11:42 can't sleep my eyes are burning but I am not tired just my eyes hurts alot. I try going to sleep but I can't I am thinking to much like always. I wish my brain could go on and off so I don't have think at night. You might wonder what I thinking of and the answer is everything. My mind wonder alot about everything from something big to something small. Sometime is go to think but when I think my head starts to hurt and then I can't sleep until I am tired and by the time I go sleep I have to get up so is sucks. 11:49 for those that don't know I am finally TAKEN!! I am very happy with my babe. I could talk and talk how happy I am and how finaly I meet someone that like me for who I am but I don't want to sound cocky lol but yeah I am very happy :) 12:00 am I have like maybe 6 hour left before I have to get up for school. I should be going to bed but I can't... At least my eyes aren't hurting that much.... I guess I should try to go to bed.
- Posted using Edjk iPhone
- Posted using Edjk iPhone
Monday, January 11, 2010
So she had to satisfy herself with the idea of love — loving the loving of things whose existence she didn’t care at all about. Love itself became the object of her love. She loved herself in love, she loved loving love, as love loves loving, and was able, in that way, to reconcile herself with a world that fell so short of what she would have hoped for. It was not the world that was the great and saving lie, but her willingness to make it beautiful and fair, to live a once-removed life, in a world once-removed from the one in which everyone else seemed to exist.
— Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
— Everything is Illuminated, Jonathan Safran Foer
A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks. When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we’re pretending to be. Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we’re safe in our own paradise. Our soulmate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction. When we’re two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we’ve found the right person. Our soulmate is the one who makes life come to life.
— Richard Bach
— Richard Bach
Saturday, January 9, 2010
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)