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Well, have you?

13/01/2011 1 comentariu

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To really love a woman, to understand her, you got to know her deep inside,
Hear every thought, see every dream, and give her wings when she wants to fly,
And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms, you know you really loved a woman.

When you love a woman, you tell her that she’s really wanted,
When you love a woman you tell her that she’s the one.
She needs somebody to tell her that it’s gonna last forever,
So tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman ?

To really love a woman, let her hold you untill you know how she needs to be touched,
You got to breathe her, really taste her untill you can feel her in your blood.

When you can see your unborn children in her eyes you know you really love a woman.

When you love a woman, you tell her that she’s really wanted,
When you love a woman, you tell her that she’s the one,
She needs somebody to tell her that you’ll always be together,
So tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman ?

You’ve got to give her some faith, hold her tight, a little tenderness, you got to treat her right.
She will be there for you, taking good care of you (you really got to love your woman)
And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms, you know you really love a woman.

When you love a woman, you tell her that she’s really wanted,
When you love a woman you tell her that she’s the one.
She needs somebody to tell her that it’s gonna last forever,
So tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman ?

Just tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman ?

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Love is free ?


Este una din noptile acelea tarzii in care nu faci altceva decat sa butonezi telecomanda. Kiss tv – noua melodie a lui Smiley. O mai ascultasem pana acum dar asta seara m-am uitat la titlu si mi-am zis -bullshit- Love is for free?

Nu stiu cum de nu m-a lovit pana acum, poate ca nu eram in dispozitia mea critica. Love is not for free ci iti mananca cele mai multe resurse. Parerea mea sincera este ca platesti cu varf si indesat. Nu se pun la socoteala timpul mancat, munca depusa, luptele interioare si cele exterioare? Toate vorbele frumoase, gesturile si sacrificiile? Toata rabdarea, toanele, defectele pe care trebuie sa inveti sa le iubesti de asemenea?

Da, sigur, se presupune ca merita. Merita o luna, doi ani, cinci. Poate merita pentru tot restul vietii tale daca ai noroc. Dar daca nu merita? Exista si varianta asta. Daca aceasta iubire care in fond este gratis, te consuma prea mult? Sau daca consuma degeaba? Ca si becul meu de pe hol. Daca arde in gol pentru ca nu este nimeni acolo sa beneficieze? Pentru ca evita sau pentru ca nu stie ca este acolo.

Seriously. Love is free ? Free-will poate.

P.s. Imi place de Enrique si Ciara. They are taking back their love. Oameni destepti. Dragostea lor are valoare nu e for free.

Relationships


Relationships don’t work the way they do on television and in the movies. Will they? Won’t they? And then they finally do and they’re happy for ever. Give me a break. Nine out of ten of them end because they weren’t right for each other to begin with and half the ones that get married they get divorce anyway and I’m telling you right now through all this stuff, I have not become a cynic. I haven’t. Yes, I do happen to belive that love is mainly about pushing chocolate-covered candies and you know, in some cultures, a chicken. You can call me a sucker, I don’t care. Because I do belive in it.

Bottom line is couples that are trully right for each other wade through the same crap as anyone else but the big difference is they don’t let it take them down. One of those two people will stand up and fight for that relationship every time, if it’s right and they’re real lucky. One of them will say something.

~ Scrubs

Cupid’s chokehold

28/04/2010 1 comentariu

The perfect declaration:

She’s got a smile that would make the most senile
Annoying old man bite his tongue
I’m not done
She’s got eyes comparable to sunrise
And it doesn’t stop there
Man I swear
She’s got porcelain skin of course she’s a ten
And now she’s even got her own song
But movin’ on
She’s got the cutest laugh I ever heard
And we can be on the phone for three hours
Not sayin’ one word
And I would still cherish every moment
And when I start to build my future she’s the main component
Call it dumb call it luck call it love or whatever you call it but
Everywhere I go I keep her picture in my wallet like here

Love…

02/04/2010 3 comentarii

I have found almoast everything ever written about love…to be true.  Shakespeare said „Journeys end in lovers meeting.” What an extraordinary tought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that but I’m more than willing to belive Shakespeare had. I supose I think about love more than anyone really should. I’m constantly amazed by its sheer power to alter and define our lives. It was Shakespeare who also said “Love is blind.” Now, that is something I know to be true.

For some, quite inexplicably love fades. For others love is simply lost. But then, of course, love can also be found. Even if just for the night. And then there’s another kind of love. The cruelest kind. The one that almoast kills its victims. It’s called unrequited love. Of that, I am an expert. Most love stories are about people who fall in love with each other. But what about the rest of us? What about our stories? Those of us who fall in love alone. We are the victims of the one-sided affair. We are the cursed of the loved ones. We are the unloved ones. The walking wounded. The handicapped without the advantage of a great parking space.

Yes, you are looking at one such individual. And I have willingly loved that man for over three miserable years. The absolute worst years of my life. The worst Christmases, the worst birthdays. New Year’s Eve brought in by tears and valium. These years that I’ve been in love have been the darkest days of my life all because I’ve been cursed by being in love with a man who does not and will not love me back. Oh God, just the sight of him. Heart pounding, throat thickening, absolutely can’t swallow. All the usual symptoms.

~ The Holyday

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A game


Let’s play a game. Let’s pretend that you are in a open space that’s filled with absolutly nothing. Just you and your imagination for miles around you. Imagine that you will put there all your hopes and dreams, all the good stuff that happend or that you want  to happen to you. Imagine being there with your loved ones. Or not, the choice is all in your hands. Imagine you being able to do whatever you like. Imagine all of your dreams coming true. Imagine a world full of joy and wonder. Imagine you being able to see all that. Imagine you smiling every second of every single day of your life. Imagine not being able to feel fear or disappointment, not knowing those feelings. You would like that, huh?

It would be cruel of me to suggest to you to look around now so just close your eyes and let your imagination go wild. Play my game. Come into my world.

 

I’ll go first so you won’t be shy. I’m in a field that’s filled with flowers. White tiny flowers and a big tree far ahead of me. And I’m just lying there between the flowers. I’m not feeling any sorrows and I don’t have any bad feelings. I’m just smiling. I’m filled with a lot of great emotions just with the tought that I can see all this beauty. Did I forgot to mention that the sun is shining? And I’m in a little white dress, I traded the black one. There is no one with me there, but I can call anybody, anytime, anyway. I feel peacefull and happy.