Thursday, 31 May 2012

Fragments (3)

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”
(C. S. Lewis)

"I love men. I do. You know what, I've just realised, contrary to what I thought, I actually am not able to have a pure friendship with guys. At some point I would fall in love with them (or, if "love" sounds too serious, I start to have some special feelings for them)."
"And do they...?"
"No. Sadly, no."

Despite everything, they love as though there's no tomorrow.

“You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She's not perfect - you aren't either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don't hurt her, don't change her, don't analyze and don't expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she's not there.”(Bob Marley)

"God doesn't give you the people you want, he gives you the people you need. To help you, to hurt you, to leave you, to love you and to make you the person you were meant to be."
"God doesn't give you anybody. You have to go out and meet people and befriend them."
"Of course, you have to befriend people. But how could you decide that you're going to be at that certain place at that certain time to meet that certain person? How could you decide?"

Love stupefies. He calls her stupid whenever she becomes self-destructive or thinks she's disturbing him. She loves being called stupid by him only because it shows that he cares, and worries. Love stupefies. But it's sweet. The sweetest thing in the world. The sweetest thing in life. Nothing else really matters.

"I have always believed that we 3 are 1."
"Forgive me for this rudeness, but there have been and are and will be 2 of us. Just 2 of us. You simply happen to be a mutual friend."

I love you to d_str_ction.

Her love isn't like a hurricane, not because it isn't strong, but because their relationship has moved onto the next stage, it's what left over when madness has subsided after erupting like volcanoes, it's serene. That doesn't mean it isn't strong.

"You don't know how insecure and fragile she is until she falls for you."

Sometimes it's pretty simple. She wants to lie beside him on the grass for hours, perhaps not even talking. And that's just it.

Her insecurity comes from the doubtfulness within herself, her incapability of trust, but also comes from her absurd and senseless belief in what she calls fate's humourless joke, solely because of the same initials.
"But look back at the past! How many times has a belief you cling to turned out to be wrong and absurd?"

"Sophie was back in the game! Pure, raw, explosive pleasure! Better than drugs, better than smack! Better than a dope-coke-crack-fix-shit-shoot-sniff-ganja-marijuana-blotter-acid-ecstasy! Better than sex, head, 69, orgies, masturbation, tantrism, Kama Sutra or Thai doggy-style! Better than banana milkshakes! Better than George Lucas's trilogy, the muppets and 2001! Better than Emma Peel, Marilyn, Lara Croft and Cindy Crawford's beauty mark! Better than the B-side to Abbey Road, Jimmy Hendrix and the first man on the moon! Space Mountain, Santa Claus, Bill Gates' fortune, the Dalai Lama, Lazarus raised from the dead! Schwarzenegger's testosterone shots, Pam Anderson's lips! Woodstock, raves... Better than Sade, Rimbaud, Morrison and Castaneda! Better than freedom, better than life!"
(Character Julien Jeanvier, "Jeux d'enfants")

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