"I miss you every day, Bella. It's not the same without you."
Jacob Black, Eclipse, Chapter 3, p.83
Jacob Black, Eclipse, Chapter 3, p.83
"C'est la fin de notre moment, le début d'un souvenir... Ne sois pas triste. Personne ne pourra nous voler nos souvenirs . Il me suffit désormais de fermer mes paupières pour te voir, cesser de respirer pour sentir ton odeur, me mettre face au vent pour deviner ton souffle. Où que je sois je devinerais tes éclats de rire, je verrais les sourires dans tes yeux, j'entendrais les intonations de ta voix. Savoir simplement que tu es là quelque part sur cette terre sera, dans mon enfer, mon petit coin de paradis.." Marc Levy
# Posted on Tuesday, 09 February 2010 at 1:28 PM
"I shook my head sadly. Love is irrational, I reminded myself.
The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made"
The more you loved someone, the less sense anything made"
New Moon. -Ch XIV-, p340 _________♥______At least that's true..
# Posted on Tuesday, 09 February 2010 at 10:52 AM
Edited on Tuesday, 09 February 2010 at 11:04 AM
Il a serré ma main . M'a serré dans ses bras . Sa bouche est venue se poser sur la mienne . Je suis devenue aveugle, sourde, muette . Coupée du monde qui m'entoure, née pour cette seconde là .
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# Posted on Tuesday, 02 February 2010 at 3:47 PM
Edited on Tuesday, 09 February 2010 at 1:43 PM
" Don't cry because its over, smile because it happened! "
I knew you were all but not my friend, the day you betrayed me. I did not show it, but you were nobody to me, someone you cannot rely on, someone who was taking advantage of me during these fucking years (= lost time). Bye.
# Posted on Friday, 29 January 2010 at 1:57 PM
« Toutes les fois que je déprime en voyant ce qui se passe dans le monde je pense à la zone d'arrivée des passagers de l'aéroport de Londres. De l'avis général, nous vivons dans un monde de haine et de cupidité. Je ne suis pas d'accord. J'ai plutôt le sentiment que l'amour est présent partout. Il n'y a pas toujours de quoi en écrire un roman, mais il est bien là : père et fils, mères et filles, mari et femme, copains, copines, vieux amis. Quand les deux avions ont frappé les tours jumelles, à ma connaissance aucun des appels téléphoniques de ces gens qui allaient mourir ne contenaient de messages de haine ou de vengeance : c'était tous des messages d'amour. Si vous cherchez bien, j'ai la désagréable impression que vous constaterez qu'en définitive, nous sommes cernés par l'amour. »
Love actually
# Posted on Saturday, 16 January 2010 at 12:39 PM
I feel like a shit. What the fucking hell am I doing with my friends?..! Not good at all. But what more can we do, to be like we used to be before, we used to be friends. Yeah, we USED to.. and that's it, that's what you'll remember me, a poor girl complaining, taking things as they come in a bad way.. you'll realize one day what you've always been to me, you were a friend like no other, you knew it.
# Posted on Monday, 11 January 2010 at 12:20 PM
Edited on Saturday, 16 January 2010 at 12:32 PM
The Holiday, Iris Simpkins.
" I've found almost everything ever written about love to be true. Shakespeare said "Journeys end in lovers meeting." What an extraordinary thought. Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I am more than willing to believe Shakespeare had. I suppose I think about love more than anyone really should. I am 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 almost kills its victims. Its 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 Christmas', the worst Birthday's, New Years Eve's brought in by tears and valium. These years that I have 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. "
# Posted on Friday, 08 January 2010 at 1:52 PM
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