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Love Does Not Know Secrets

Love knows no secrets, when it is hidden it will be discovered Love has no choice; when it seizes a man, he will confess everything, everything that was not done. Love has no pity, even an old man may be put to shame, love does not return to a Thing it desires. When it pursues, he turns mad. Love humbles a man his body becomes emaciated; when a friend of ours is humiliated it is not fair to laugh at him. A man does not have the stamina to put love aside. Love never agrees to share (a man's attention) with anything; If you irritate love, you melt away at once. Love is a disease, a malignant incurable disease. -Swahili Love Poetry translated by Ali Ahmed Jahadhmy

500 Days of Summer

Narrator: This is a story of boy meets girl. But you should know up front, this is not a love story. Rachel Hansen: Just because she's likes the same bizzaro crap you do doesn't mean she's your soul mate. Rachel Hansen: Tom, I know you think she was the one, but I don't. Next time you look back, I think you should look again. Summer: You weren't wrong, Tom. You were just wrong about me. Summer: I woke up one morning and I just knew. Tom: Knew what? Summer: What I was never sure of with you. Tom: My name's Tom. Girl at Interview: [shaking hands] Nice to meet you. I'm Autumn. Narrator: Most days of the year are unremarkable. They begin, and they end, with no lasting memories made in between. Most days have no impact on the course of a life. May 23rd was a Wednesday. Paul: Robin is better than the girl of my dreams. She's real. Tom: You don't want to be named as someone's boyfriend, and now your someone's wife? McKenzie: Hey, don't you have

Witty Remarks

Never believe in anything until it has been officially denied. Otto von Bismarck There are some things so serious you have to laugh at them. Niels Bohr The nice thing about egoists is that they don't talk about other people. Lucille S. Harper Never underestimate the power of human stupidity. Robert A. Heinlein I never made a mistake in my life; at least, never one that I couldn't explain away afterwards. Immanuel Kant I became a feminist as an alternative to becoming a masochist. Sally Kempton Some folks are wise and some are otherwise. Tobias George Smolett It is easier to stay out than get out. Mark Twain I think; therefore, I'm single. Lizz Winstead "For there is nothing either good or bad, thinking makes it so." - William Shakespeare (1564-1616), Hamlet, II.ii "It is impossible to defeat an ignorant man in argument." - William Gibbs McAdoo (1863-1941) "Never interrupt your enemy when he is making a mistake." - Napoleon Bonaparte (1769-182

People

No people are uninteresting. Their fate is like the chronicle of planets. Nothing in them is not particular, and planet is dissimilar from planet. And if a man lived in obscurity making his friends in that obscurity obscurity is not uninteresting. To each his world is private, and in the world one excellent minute. And in that world one tragic minute. These are private. In any man who dies there dies with him his first snow and kiss and fight. It goes with him. They are left books and bridges and painted canvas and machinery. Whose fate is to survive. But what has gone is also not nothing: by the rule of the game something has gone. Not people die but worlds die in them. Whom we knew as faulty, the earth's creatures Of whom, essentially, what did we know? Brother of brother? Friend of friends? Lover of lover? We who knew our fathers in everything, in nothing. They perish. They cannot be brought back. The secret worlds are not regenerated. And every time again and again I make my la

excerpt from Prisons of Silence

The strongest prisons are built with walls of silence.

She Proves the Inconsistency of the Desires and Criticism of Men Who Accuse Women of What They Themselves Cause

Foolish men who accuse women unreasonably, you blame yet never see you cause what you abuse. You crawl before her, sad begging for a quick cure; why ask her to be pure when you have made her bad? In one heroic breath your reason fails, like a wild bogeyman made up by a child who then is scared to death. With idiotic pride you hope to find her prize: a regal whore like Thais and Lucretia for a bride. Has anyone ever seen a stranger moral fervor: you who dirty the mirror regret it is not clean? You treat favor and disdain with the same shallow mock- ing voice: love you and you squawk, demur and you complain. No answer at her door will be a proper par: say no--she has no heart, say yes--and she's a whore. Two levels to your game in which you are the fool: one you blame as cruel, one who yields, you shame. How can one not be bad the way your love pretends to be? Say no and she offends. Consent and you are mad. With all the fury and pain your whims cause her, it's good for her who h

Colours

When your face appeared over my crumpled life at first I understood only the poverty of what I have. Then its particular light on woods, on rivers, on the sea, became my beginning in the coloured world in which I had not yet had my beginning. I am so frightened, I am so frightened, of the unexpected sunrise finishing, of revelations and tears and the excitement finishing, I don't fight it, my love is this fear, I nourish it who can nourish nothing, love's slipshod watchman. Fear hems me in. I am conscious that these minutes are short and that the colours in my eyes will vanish when your face sets.

Autumn is...

effortlessly beautiful than summer, winter and spring. It's the time to loosen up from the demands of beauty on which nature is called for. When leaves fall from trees, they sway gracefully until they rest. When branches are left bare, they breathe freely. When flowers lose their color, they exhale in relief. It need not struggle for too much beauty like spring, nor give off too much of itself (temperature) as summer and winter. Simply by abiding to time, it gives off itself silently, sincerely and beautifully.

My Books

The Winnder Stands Alone - Paulo Coelho The Devil and Miss Prym The Witch of Portobello The Zahir The Fifth Mountain Veronika Decides to Die By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept Eleven Minutes The Valkyries Brida The Alchemist Like the Flowing River Fly on the Wall Volume I and II - Gail Tan Ilagan One Hundred Years of Solitude - Gabriel Garcia Marquez Love in Time of Cholera Memories of Melancholy Whores The God of Small Things - Arundhati Roy The Tao of Pooh - Benjamin Hoff The Tell-Tale Heart -Edgar Allan Poe Mythology - Edith Hamilton The Lives of Artist - Vasari The Major Works - Shelley The Canterbury Tales - Chaucer Antigone, Oedipus, Electra - Sophocles An Enquiry of Human Understanding - Hume Sherlock Holmes - The Complete Novels and Stories Volume 1 and 2 - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Voice of the Master - Kahlil Gibran A Self Portrait Between Night and Morn The Broken Wings Spirits Rebellion The Prophet Mirrors of the Soul Tears and Laughter Five People You Meet in Heaven

Time does not bring relief

Time does not bring relief, you all have lied. Who told me time would ease me of my pain! I miss him in the weeping of the rain; I want him at the shrinking of the tide; The old snows melt from the every mountain-side, And last year's leaves are smoke in every lane; But last year's bitter loving must remain Heaped on my heart, and my old thoughts abide! There are a hundred places where I fear To go, --so with his memory they brim! And entering with relief some quiet place Where never fell his foot or shone his face I say, "There is no memory of him here!" And so stand stricken, so remembering him!

Pain

" Pain has an Element of Blank; It cannot recollect When it begun, or if there was A time when it was not." "It has no future but itself; Its infinite realms contain Its past, enlightened to perceive New periods of pain."

Insights from The Time Traveler's Wife

We are blessed that we only go through this life once. It's more painful if we have to go through it twice especially when time wouldn't offer us the ability to change anything. Familiarity breeds contempt. The saddest part of our lives should just pass. We are all time travelers that's why there's a point when we recognize instances which seem to be very familiar. It's just that God made us to forget for a very good reason. First time might either be the worst or the best! Still, having that experience is incomparably the best. It's different to encounter something for the first time and experience it the second time around. Personally, I prefer the FORMER. The first time is more concrete and real unlike the second one where you merely feel it's part of your past. The painful part of waiting is the expectation. No one is capable of expecting the unexpected coz the moment you do, you blew it off. Who says traveling through time is impossible? We all CAN! Wel

Empty

It's frightening when emptiness occupies you. It makes you want to fill it in and occupy it. Yes, I tried it--being busy--but it just made me emptier than I once were. I don't want to move. I don't want to finish anything for the lack of purpose. Have I given everything away that I forgot to leave something to relish for myself? It's damn disturbing! To be empty and get emptier each day. What now?

Past

Past makes me look back of the pain I had in each yesterday. He reminds me of the mistakes I need to correct and the mistakes from which I never learned. There is a part of him that I neglect to see but that is exactly what he is for--a mark of insight. Often than not, it is I who refuse to watch back the happiness in each tomorrow of my each yesterday. With which, he taught me that my life continues whether I leave or stop at him.

Witch of Portobello

No one sacrifices the most important thing she possesses: Love. No one places her dreams in the hands of those who might destroy them. I applauded when reason lost the battle and all I could do was surrender and accept that I was in love. If there is any possible consolation in the tragedy of losing someone we love very much, it's necessary hope that perhaps it was for the best. No one can manipulate anyone else. In any relationship, both parties know what they're doing, even if one of them complains later on that they were used. Having little to lose or to hope for in life took greater risks than other people and ended up being transformed into the forces she thought she mastered. And the best way to know who we are is often to find out how others see us. This doesn't mean that we should do what others expect us to do, but it helps us to understand ourselves better. Life, however, had other plans--when fate is very generous with us, there is always a well into which all ou

Memories of My Melancholy Whores

Inspiration gives no warnings. What isn't natural is (my) age. No old man forgets where he has hidden his treasure. Let no one be deceived, no, thinking that what he awaits will last longer than what he has seen. I discovered improbable pleasure of contemplating the body of a sleeping woman without the urgencies of desire or the obstacles of modesty. A body as provocative with clothes as without Age isn't how old you are but how old you feel. In the end, it is impossible not to become what others believe you are.

Warrior of Light

All world's roads lead to the heart of the warrior; he plunges hesitatingly into the river of passions always flowing through his life. A Warrior of Light does not rely on strength alone, he makes use of his opponent's energy too. He opens his heart to the Universe and asks God to give him the inspiration he needs to turn every blow from his enemy into a lesson in self-defense. A Warrior of Light never resorts to trickery but he knows to distract his opponent. A Warrior of light knows what he wants. And has no need to waste time on explanation. More than once he has wasted his fighting for a lie. And he has suffered for people who did not deserve his love. Convince your enemy that he will gain very little by attacking you. This will diminish his enthusiasm. Do not be ashamed to make a temporary withdrawal from the field if you see that your enemy is stronger than you; it is not winning or losing a single battle that matters but how the war ends. In war, the key to victory is, t