Men marry because they are tired, women because they are curious; both are disappointed.（Oscar Wilde）
Women marry men hoping they will change. Men marry women hoping they will not. So each is inevitably disappointed. （Albert Einstein）
A man who marries a woman to educate her falls victim to the same fallacy as the woman who marries a man to reform him. （Elbert Hubbard）
After marriage, husband and wife become two sides of a coin; they just can't face each other, but still they stay together. （Hemant Joshi）
Sexiness wears thin after a while and beauty fades, but to be married to a man who makes you laugh every day, ah, now that's a real treat. （Joanne Woodward）
Marriage is the only war where one sleeps with the enemy.（Anonymous）
Marriage is Love, Love is blind, therefore, Marriage is an institution for the Blind（Anonymous）
Marriage isn't a word…… it's a sentence. （King Vidor）
Marriage requires a man to purchase 4 types of "Ring" - engagement ring, wedding ring, suffe-ring and endu-ring.
Marriage life is full of excitement and frustration. In the first year, the man speaks and the woman listens. In the second year, the woman speaks and the man listens. And in the third year, they both speak and the neighbors listen.
Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.
When a newly married man looks happy, we know why. But when a ten year married man looks happy, we wonder why.
We don't love qualities, we love persons; sometimes by reason of their defects as well as of their qualities. （Jacques Maritain）
It is not uncommon for slight acquaintances to get married, but a couple really have to know each other to get divorced.
To marry is to halve your rights and double your duties. （Arthur Schopenhauer）
Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing. （Goethe）
A happy home is one in which each spouse grants the possibility that the other may be right, though neither believes it. （Don Fraser）
A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, and always with the same person. （Mignon McLaughlin）
20.4.09
It's raining here this morning.
Dreams
Hold fast to dreams
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That can never fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen only with snow
For if dreams die
Life is a broken-winged bird
That can never fly
Hold fast to dreams
For when dreams go
Life is a barren field
Frozen only with snow
19.4.09
17.4.09
16.4.09
Is life really an empty dream?
If clouds are beings, and beings are clouds, are we not all well advised to drift, to feel the wind tucking us in here and plucking us out there?
14.4.09
13.4.09
I'm so tired
I had a hell of a time yesterday, making everything into a mess.
You're a mess, you'll have to change.
When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.
But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.
Only then did I realize it!
You're a mess, you'll have to change.
When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away.
But when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it.
Only then did I realize it!
12.4.09
Our break are over
We walked more than six kilometers to east coast park yesterday.
I picked two sea shells, all the time i was toying with them.
Then we were caught in a very heavy shower of rain.
Standing under a pavilion, looking at ships loom through the fog on the sea.
Are we in the painting?
I picked two sea shells, all the time i was toying with them.
Then we were caught in a very heavy shower of rain.
Standing under a pavilion, looking at ships loom through the fog on the sea.
Are we in the painting?
9.4.09
It's a beautiful day.
Here came a comfortable wind.
I felt the wind blowing on my face from an open window.
I lived in comfort.
I felt the wind blowing on my face from an open window.
I lived in comfort.
8.4.09
The weather is good today.
All covet, all lose.
In doing we learn.
Learned men are not necessarily wise.
The more learned a man is, the more modest he usually is.
Never too old to learn.In doing we learn.
7.4.09
It has begun to rain.
It very often rains here in April.
Reason is the guide and light of life.
A wise person who is calm and rational, who lives a life of reason with equanimity and try not to let your heart rule your head.
Get control of(oneself,one's actions,one's emotions,etc)
Reason is the guide and light of life.
A wise person who is calm and rational, who lives a life of reason with equanimity and try not to let your heart rule your head.
Get control of(oneself,one's actions,one's emotions,etc)
6.4.09
Good Will Hunting
So, if I asked you about art, you\'d probably give me the skinny on Every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him: life\'s work, political aspirations, him and the Pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can\'t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You\'ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling…seen that. If I ask you about women, you\'ll probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can\'t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You\'re a tough kid. And I ask you about war, you\'d probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more unto the breach, dear friends…" But you\'ve never been near one. You\'ve never held your best friend\'s head in your lap…and watched him gasp his last breath, lookin\' to you for help. I ask you about love, you\'ll probably quote me a sonnet. But you\'ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable……known someone that could level you with her eyes……feelin\' like God put an angel on earth just for you……who could rescue you from the depths of hell……and you wouldn\'t know what it\'s like to be her angel……to have that love for her, be there forever…through anything…through cancer. And you wouldn\'t know about sleeping sittin\' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand, because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms "visiting hours" don\'t apply to you. You don\'t know about real loss……\'cause that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself.I doubt you\'ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you.I don\'t see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared-shitless kid. But you\'re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me, because you saw a painting of mine. You ripped my fuckin\' life apart. You\'re an orphan, right? Do you think I know the first thing about how hard your life has been? How you feel? Who you are? Because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don\'t give a shit about all that. Because you know what? I can\'t learn anything from you I can\'t read in some fuckin\' book. Unless, you wanna talk about you…who you are. Then I \'m fasci ated. I\'m in. But you don\'t want to do that, do you, sport? You\'re terrified of what you might say.
5.4.09
The Holiday
I have found almost everything ever written about love to be true.
Shakespeare said, journeys end in lovers meeting.
Oh, what an extraordinary thought!
Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I m more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose 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 cruellest kind, the one that almost kills its victims.
It s called unrequited love.
"A fairy tale English cottageset in a tranquil country garden.
"Snuggle up by an old stone fireplaceand enjoy a cup of cocoa.
"An enchanting oasis of tranquilityin a quiet English hamlet.
Listen.
I know it's hard to believe peoplewhen they say, "I know how you feel,"
but I actually know how you feel.
Pathetic explanation, but, unfortunately,it's become a bit of a routine.
So how's it going so far?
I mean, up until I showed upand ruined your night.
Would you like something to drink?Glass of water?
Tea? Wine, maybe?
I think there's a bottle of brandy.
You fancy a glass?- Sure.
Good.
So, I'm sorry, I've totally blankedand forgotten your name.
I like corny.
I'm looking for corny in my life.
Shakespeare said, journeys end in lovers meeting.
Oh, what an extraordinary thought!
Personally, I have not experienced anything remotely close to that, but I m more than willing to believe Shakespeare had.
I suppose 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 cruellest kind, the one that almost kills its victims.
It s called unrequited love.
"A fairy tale English cottageset in a tranquil country garden.
"Snuggle up by an old stone fireplaceand enjoy a cup of cocoa.
"An enchanting oasis of tranquilityin a quiet English hamlet.
Listen.
I know it's hard to believe peoplewhen they say, "I know how you feel,"
but I actually know how you feel.
Pathetic explanation, but, unfortunately,it's become a bit of a routine.
So how's it going so far?
I mean, up until I showed upand ruined your night.
Would you like something to drink?Glass of water?
Tea? Wine, maybe?
I think there's a bottle of brandy.
You fancy a glass?- Sure.
Good.
So, I'm sorry, I've totally blankedand forgotten your name.
I like corny.
I'm looking for corny in my life.
4.4.09
Inkheart
You've been to Persia, then?
Yes, a hundred times.
Along with st.Petersburg,
Paris, middie earth, distant planets and shangri-la.
And I never had to leave this room.
Books are adventure.
They contain murder and mayhem and passion.
They love anyone who opens them.
You want to be a writer, don't you?
You say that as if it's a bad thing.
No, no. just a lonely thing.
The world you create on the page--
Seems more friendly and alive than the world you live in.
And you wish you could be there instead.
Yes, a hundred times.
Along with st.Petersburg,
Paris, middie earth, distant planets and shangri-la.
And I never had to leave this room.
Books are adventure.
They contain murder and mayhem and passion.
They love anyone who opens them.
You want to be a writer, don't you?
You say that as if it's a bad thing.
No, no. just a lonely thing.
The world you create on the page--
Seems more friendly and alive than the world you live in.
And you wish you could be there instead.
3.4.09
1900
Why the hell don't you get off?
Just once? One time?
See the world for yourself with your own eyes?
You ever think about it?
You could do anything you wanted to.
Why not?
God knows you can't spend the rest of your life traveling back and forth like some yo-yo.
The world is out there.
Nothing but a gangplank to cross.
And what's a gangplank? A few stupid steps.
Christ, everything is waiting at the bottom of those steps
Why don't you just do it, one time?
Why don't you just get off?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why.
Winter comes and you can't wait for summer.
Summer comes and you live in dread of winter.
That's way you never tire of traveling.
Always chasing someplace far away.
where it's always summer.
Doesn't sound like a good bet to me.
It's everything I leave behind Until a few years ago I know only my field.
The world for me started and ended there in that little piece of the land.
Maybe you can't understand but--
I understand perfectly.
I know someone went through something very similar.
But he ended up alone too.
Then he is more lucky than me.
And it's for her that I decide one day to fight against my bad luck and travel all over without a destination.
And then one day when I go through one of the many towns I never see before.
I come to a hill.
And then I see the most beautiful thing in my life.
The sea.
I never see it before.
It was like lightning hit me.
Because I hear the voice.
The voice of the sea?
Yeah, the voice of the sea.
The voice of the sea it is like a shout.
A shout big and strong screaming and screaming.
And the thing it was screaming was: life is immense can you understand that?
Immense.
I never think of it that way.
A revolution was in my head.
That's how I suddenly decide to change my life to start fresh.
Change life. Start fresh.
I'm getting off this ship。
I've got to see something down there.
The ocean.
But from here.
I want to see it from there.
It's not the same thing at all.
From land, you can hear its voice.
You don't hear that from a ship.
Its voice.
It's like a big scream telling you that life is immense.
Once you've heard it, then you know what you have to do to go on living.
I could stay here forever.
But the ocean would never tell me a thing.
But if I get off live on land for a couple of years 0then I'll be normal just like the others.
Then maybe one day,
I'll make it to the coast look up, see the ocean and hear it scream.
We'll watch the fireworks from the pier then we'll start from scratch.
Sometimes that's the way you have to do it.
You go right back to the beginning.
All that city,
You just couldn't see an end to it.
The end-- please?
You please just show me where it ends?
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me.
It was what I didn't see.
Understand?
What I didnt' see,
In all that srawling city there was everything except an end.
There was no end.
What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end.
The end of the world.
You take a piano.
Keys begin.
The keys end.
You know there are 88 of them.
Nobody can tell you any different.
They are not infinite.
You are infinite.
And on those keys the music that you can make is infinite.
I like that.
That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions and billions of keys that never end and that's the truth that they never end.
That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite then there is no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets.
There were thousands of them.
How do you do it down there?
How do you choose just one?
One house.
One piece of land to call your own one landscape to look at one way to die?
All that world just weighing down on you.
You don't even know where it comes to an end.
I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
At the enormity of living it?
And the world passed me by.
You played out your happiness but on a piano that was not infinite
I learned to live that way.
Land?
Land is a ship too big for me
It's a woman too beautiful.
It's a voyage too long perfume too strong.
It's music I don't know how to make.
At best,
I can step off my life.
After all.
I don't exist for anyone.
Just once? One time?
See the world for yourself with your own eyes?
You ever think about it?
You could do anything you wanted to.
Why not?
God knows you can't spend the rest of your life traveling back and forth like some yo-yo.
The world is out there.
Nothing but a gangplank to cross.
And what's a gangplank? A few stupid steps.
Christ, everything is waiting at the bottom of those steps
Why don't you just do it, one time?
Why don't you just get off?
Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?
I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why.
Winter comes and you can't wait for summer.
Summer comes and you live in dread of winter.
That's way you never tire of traveling.
Always chasing someplace far away.
where it's always summer.
Doesn't sound like a good bet to me.
It's everything I leave behind Until a few years ago I know only my field.
The world for me started and ended there in that little piece of the land.
Maybe you can't understand but--
I understand perfectly.
I know someone went through something very similar.
But he ended up alone too.
Then he is more lucky than me.
And it's for her that I decide one day to fight against my bad luck and travel all over without a destination.
And then one day when I go through one of the many towns I never see before.
I come to a hill.
And then I see the most beautiful thing in my life.
The sea.
I never see it before.
It was like lightning hit me.
Because I hear the voice.
The voice of the sea?
Yeah, the voice of the sea.
The voice of the sea it is like a shout.
A shout big and strong screaming and screaming.
And the thing it was screaming was: life is immense can you understand that?
Immense.
I never think of it that way.
A revolution was in my head.
That's how I suddenly decide to change my life to start fresh.
Change life. Start fresh.
I'm getting off this ship。
I've got to see something down there.
The ocean.
But from here.
I want to see it from there.
It's not the same thing at all.
From land, you can hear its voice.
You don't hear that from a ship.
Its voice.
It's like a big scream telling you that life is immense.
Once you've heard it, then you know what you have to do to go on living.
I could stay here forever.
But the ocean would never tell me a thing.
But if I get off live on land for a couple of years 0then I'll be normal just like the others.
Then maybe one day,
I'll make it to the coast look up, see the ocean and hear it scream.
We'll watch the fireworks from the pier then we'll start from scratch.
Sometimes that's the way you have to do it.
You go right back to the beginning.
All that city,
You just couldn't see an end to it.
The end-- please?
You please just show me where it ends?
It wasn't what I saw that stopped me.
It was what I didn't see.
Understand?
What I didnt' see,
In all that srawling city there was everything except an end.
There was no end.
What I did not see was where the whole thing came to an end.
The end of the world.
You take a piano.
Keys begin.
The keys end.
You know there are 88 of them.
Nobody can tell you any different.
They are not infinite.
You are infinite.
And on those keys the music that you can make is infinite.
I like that.
That I can live by.
You get me up on that gangway and you roll out in front of me a keyboard of millions and billions of keys that never end and that's the truth that they never end.
That keyboard is infinite.
And if that keyboard is infinite then there is no music you can play.
You're sitting on the wrong bench.
That's God's piano.
Christ, did you see the streets? Just the streets.
There were thousands of them.
How do you do it down there?
How do you choose just one?
One house.
One piece of land to call your own one landscape to look at one way to die?
All that world just weighing down on you.
You don't even know where it comes to an end.
I mean, aren't you ever just scared of breaking apart at the thought of it?
At the enormity of living it?
And the world passed me by.
You played out your happiness but on a piano that was not infinite
I learned to live that way.
Land?
Land is a ship too big for me
It's a woman too beautiful.
It's a voyage too long perfume too strong.
It's music I don't know how to make.
At best,
I can step off my life.
After all.
I don't exist for anyone.
It's a fine day.
I want everyone to butt out of my life.
I can make of my life anything i wish.
I Believe I Can Fly
i used to think that i could not go wrong
and life was nothing but that an awful song
but now i know the meaning of true love
i'm leaning on the everlasting arms
if i can see it, then i can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
see i was on the verge of breaking down
sometimes inside us, it can seem so long
there are miracles in life i must achieve
but first i know it starts inside of me
could i believe in it?
if i can see it, then i can be it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
I can make of my life anything i wish.
I Believe I Can Fly
i used to think that i could not go wrong
and life was nothing but that an awful song
but now i know the meaning of true love
i'm leaning on the everlasting arms
if i can see it, then i can do it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
see i was on the verge of breaking down
sometimes inside us, it can seem so long
there are miracles in life i must achieve
but first i know it starts inside of me
could i believe in it?
if i can see it, then i can be it
if i just believe it, there's nothing to it
i believe i can fly
i believe i can touch the sky
i think about it every night and day
spread my wings and fly away
i believe i can soar
i see me running through that open door
i believe i can fly
i believe i can fly
oh i believe i can fly
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