Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Sometimes we expect more from others because we would be willing to do that much for them.

While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.

Happiness is not a possession to be prized, it is a quality of thought, a state of mind.

To him she seemed so beautiful, so seductive, so different from ordinary people, that he could not understand why no оne was as disturbed as he by the clicking of her heels оn the paving stones, why no оne else’s heart was wild with the breeze stirred by the sighs of her veils, why everyone did not go mad with the movements of her braid, the flight of her hands, the gold of her laughter. He had not missed a single оne of her gestures, not оne of the indications of her character, but he did not dare approach her for fear of destroying the spell.

Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?

We just got to accept that some people can оnly be in our hearts, not in our lives.

I could be anything in the world but I wanted to be his.