domingo, 28 de dezembro de 2008
In an effort to get people to look
into each other’s eyes more,
the government has decided to allot
each person exactly one hundred
and sixty-seven words, per day.
When the phone rings,
I put itto my ear without saying hello.
In the restaurant I point
at chicken noodle soup. I am
adjusting well to the new way.
Late at night,
I call my longdistance lover and proudly say
I only used fifty-nine today.
I saved the rest for you.
When she doesn’t respond, I know
she’s used up all her words
so I slowly whisper I love you,
thirty-two and a third times.
After that, we just sit on the line
and listen to each other breathe.
(via breathsoftruth: slightlydrunk)
sábado, 27 de dezembro de 2008
quinta-feira, 25 de dezembro de 2008
terça-feira, 23 de dezembro de 2008
— Jim Morrison
A person is never as quiet or unrestrained as they seem. Or as good, as bad, as
vulnerable, as strong, or as sweet. We are thickly layered, page by page, behind
simple covers. And love - it is not the book itself, but the binding. It can
either rip us apart or hold us together.
segunda-feira, 22 de dezembro de 2008
“ 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!
— The Holiday
— Laurel Thatcher Ulrich
segunda-feira, 15 de dezembro de 2008
“ I have never heard of a man described as lucky…and yet in my career I have been told a million times how lucky I’ve been. Women who have achieved are not lucky. We are lucky if we don’t fall out of the sky in an airplane or if a plank doesn’t hit us in the head. But at work we are ballsy, hardworking. We are magnificent.
— Sheila Nevins.
Ellen Pompeo, Grey’s Anatomy
quarta-feira, 10 de dezembro de 2008
— margaret mitchell
sexta-feira, 5 de dezembro de 2008