Life…

Eu não me arrependo de nada do que já me fez sorrir. Eu vivo como eu quero e eu sempre fiz isso. Eu sempre fui livre e nunca me importei com o que os outros pensavam sobre mim. Eu sempre vivi minha vida do jeito que eu quis. Eu cometi erros? sim, mas quem nunca? Tudo o que importa é que, por causa de todas as experiências que tive, isso me fez quem eu sou hoje. Todos nós temos coisas que nós nunca faríamos novamente. Todos nós temos lições aprendidas.

I don’t regret anything that once made me smile. I live my life the way I want to and I always did that. I’ve always been free and I never cared about what others people thought about me. I’ve always lived my life the way I wanted to. I made mistakes? yes, but who never did?? All the matters is that because of the things I experienced, that along made me who I am today. We all have mistakes that we would never take back. We all have lessons learned.

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~Jackie

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“Life is the art of drawing…without an eraser” ~ John W. Gardener

“A vida é a arte de desenhar…sem um apagador” ~ John W. Gardener

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“Algo que aprendi foi que, diante do amor verdadeiro, não se desiste. Mesmo que essa pessoa implore que desista.”

 

Os fins justificam os meios?

O fim nunca justificará os meios utilizados para conquistá-lo.

Na prática, o assunto é oposto ao afirmado, pois os meios ou instrumentos escolhidos para conquistar objetivos determinados revelam a natureza de quem os escolheu tanto quanto o próprio objetivo pretendido.

A qualidade do caminho trilhado é infinitamente mais importante do que o fim desse, é a maneira com que você escolhe andar pela trilha da vida o que justifica aonde você chegará, que tipo de pessoas se associarão a você e, também, as diversas vicissitudes que tentarão avisar você de excessos que seriam contrários ao plano maior em que tudo se desenvolve.

Sim, há um plano maior!

Ainda que nós não saibamos enunciá-lo ou explicá-lo, nada disso o torna menos real.

Tempo

Tempo

  Só o tempo nos ensina a imprevisão das coisas, a impossibilidade que não nos damos conta, os atalhos, as placas que entendemos errado pelo caminho. (Cáh Morandi)

Love is…

Love is…

Se você tiver a certeza que vai ver a pessoa envelhecendo e,mesmo assim,tiver a convicção que vai continuar sendo louco por ela… se você preferir morrer antes de ver a outra partindo:é o amor que chegou na sua vida.É uma … Continue reading

Sedutores enganadores

Existe gente muito bem articulada que vive impressionando as pessoas com sua inteligência, simpatia, solicitude, mas que.tudo não passa de uma manobra muito bem elaborada para enganar os outros. São pessoas que vivem naturalmente assim. Vivem para envolver e ludibriar os outros.

Esse tipo de gente não olha as pessoas como seres que têm sentimentos, isto é, são completamente desprovidos de empatia, pois não conseguem se colocar no lugar do outro mesmo que tentem – embora nunca tentem.

O interessante é que quem nunca conheceu uma figura dessas sempre pergunta :

“como é que alguém se permite envolver a ponto de ser enganado e, não raro, dominado por períodos, muitas vezes, signficativamente longos ?”
Essa é uma pergunta fácil de se fazer, mas muito difícil de se responder.

Embora as pessoas atribuam o mérito e a culpa a esses malandros recheados de sapiência, todos sabemos que eles contam com uma grande colaboração de suas vítimas. É como manter a porta aberta da sua casa num bairro perigoso e tentar transferir a culpa de não ter tomado precauções para a segurança pública.

 

De qualquer forma, essas figuras nebulosas são exímias rastreadoras do estado emocional das pessoas, agindo como verdadeiros vampiros a procura de fraquezas. Quando detectam uma vítima contam com sua desatenção, uma vez que, normalmente, ela se encontra fragilizada e com sua capacidade de discernimento comprometida, acabando por tornar-se propensa a ser enganada. Se por um lado a vítima está cega sem perceber a armadilha, pelo outro entrega-se ao envolvente soar daquilo que quer ouvir ou daquilo que mais necessita sentir, para aliviar o estado em que se encontra.

Alguns desses estelionatários emocionais eu tive a infelicidade  de conhecer pessoalmente, outros eu apenas ouvi falar, e sempre em meio a histórias que fatalmente terminam de forma muito triste.

O mundo jamais se livrará dessas obscuras figuras e sempre haverá gente debilitada emocionalmente para que eles se “alimentem”. Contudo, todos sabemos da existência desses vampiros, o que já nos tira da condição de inocentes, ou seja, ter essa consciência é o suficiente para que jamais nos entreguemos totalmente nas mãos de alguém.

É claro que uma ajuda é sempre bem vinda nos momentos difíceis, mas jamais devemos abandonar nossa inteligência para ficarmos a mercê das emoções, pois o desequilíbrio nos torna frágeis.

Em outras palavras, a maior proteção que dispomos contra os “criminosos emocionais” está na nossa própria natureza, a qual nos dá vida, independente da vida do outro e isso sem tirar nada de ninguém.

Postado por Dalton Cortucci

Pois é…Muito bom texto!

I love you means…

I love you means that I accept you for the person that you are, and that I do not wish to change you into someone else. It means that I will love you and stand by you even thru the worst of times. It means loving you when you’re in a bad mood or too tired to do things I wanna do. It means loving you when you’re down, not just when you’re fun to be with. I love you means that I know your deepest secrets and do not judge you for them, asking in return only that you do not judge me for mine. It means that I care enuf to fight for what we have and that I love you enuf not to let go. It means thinking of you, dreaming of you, wanting and needing you constantly, hoping you’ll feel the same way.

When it comes to love..

When it comes to love…If you truly do love that person then you will push through any adversity just to be with them, whether it may be distance or just things people say in general because in your mind the person you love is worth it, through the pain you know good times are in store for the future, so you stay strong and do whatever it takes just to be with them because they hold this special place in your heart and can make you feel like no one can make you feel. If someone means something to you and you know that’s the person you want to be with then don’t let anything stop you from being with them, Only you have the ability to control your decisions so if you want to be with them then do it because if you want it bad enough it can happen. Sometimes when it comes to love you have to fight for that person to show them how much they mean to you, so by all means do it and let them know that your heart is true and that it calls one name, theirs. ♥

Perdida em meus pensamentos

Algumas vezes eu gosto de parar e começar a escrever meus sentimentos naquele momento, pois bem, hoje é um daqueles dias.  Quanta coisa passou pela minha cabeça nesses ultimos tempos, coisas que eu nem gosto de lembrar. Algumas vezes eu paro e penso, como um ser humano é capaz de fazer isso? maltratar outro alguém que ele goste? Estou em uma etapa muito importante da minha vida e me sinto totalmente pronta para ir em frente.

ah tenho que comentar que eu estava conversando com uma amiga e estávamos comentando como o nosso passado nos ensina coisas. Ela me disse que mesmo com todo sofrimento que ela teve, ela não gostaria de voltar atrás e apagar isso por que de certo modo ela teve muitas lições aprendidas. Hoje ela sabe o que evitar e o que de fato ela quer para a vida dela. Eu também diria o mesmo e sei que errei em bastante coisas. O bom é poder analisar isso para não repetir os mesmos erros. Hoje sei o que eu quero para minha vida. De certa maneira me sinto mais madura e preparada.

Definindo bem, hoje eu estou feliz! muito feliz!

What are words If they are only for good times, then they dont?

When its love you say them out loud

These words, they never go away

They live on, even when we’re gone

“Life is funny sometimes, it can push pretty hard, but if you look close enough you find hope in the words of children, in the bars of a song, and in the eyes of someone you love. And if you’re lucky, if you’re the luckiest person on this entire planet, the person you love decides to love you back.”

One Tree Hill

 

Sometimes when you’re young you think nothing can hurt you. It’s like being invincible. Your whole life is ahead of you and you have big plans. Big plans. To find your perfect match, the one who completes you. But as you get older you realize it’s not always that easy. It’s not until the end of your life that you realize how the plans you made where simply plans. Because at the end when you’re looking back instead of forward you want to believe you made the most of what life gave you. You want to believe you’re leaving something good behind. You want it all to have mattered.

When love is not madness, its not love!

A long time ago, before the world was created and humans set foot on it for the first time, virtues and vices floated around and were bored, not knowing what to do.

One day, all the vices and virtues were gathered together and were more bored than ever. Suddenly, Ingenious came up with an idea: “Let’s play hide and seek!”

All of them liked the idea and immediately Madness shouted: “I want to count, I want to count!” And since nobody was crazy enough to want to seek Madness, all the others agreed. Madness leaned against a tree and started to count: “One, two, three…”

As Madness counted, the vices and virtues went hiding. Tenderness hung itself on the horn of the moon, Treason hid in a pile of garbage. Fondness curled up between the clouds and Passion went to the center of the earth. Lie said that it would hide under a stone, but hid at the bottom of the lake, whilst Avarice entered a sack that he ended up breaking. And Madness continued to count: “…seventy nine, eighty, eighty one…”

By this time, all the vices and virtues were already hidden – except Love. For undecided as Love is, he could not decide where to hide. And this should not surprise us, because we all know how difficult it is to hide Love.

Madness: “…ninety five, ninety six, ninety seven…” Just when Madness got to one hundred, Love jumped into a rose bush where he hid.

And Madness turned around and shouted: “I’m coming, I’m coming!”

As Madness turned around, Laziness was the first to be found, because Laziness had no energy to hide. Then he spotted Tenderness in the horn of the moon, Lie at the bottom of the lake and Passion at the center of the earth. One by one, Madness found them all – except Love.

Madness was getting desperate, unable to find Love.

Envious of Love, Envy whispered to Madness: “You only need to find Love, and Love is hiding in the rose bush.”

Madness grabbed a wooden pitch fork and stabbed wildly at the rose bush. Madness stabbed and stabbed until a heartbreaking cry made him stop. Love appeared from the rose bush, covering his face with his hands. Between his fingers ran two trickles of blood from his eyes.

Madness, so anxious to find Love, had stabbed out Love’s eyes with a pitch fork. “What have I done! What have I done!” Madness shouted. “I have left you blind! How can I repair it?”

And Love answered: “You cannot repair my eyes. But if you want to do something for me, you can be my guide.”

And so it came about that from that day on, Love is blind and is always accompanied by Madness.

“There are some people who meet that somebody that they can never stop loving…there are some love that don’t go away…but we should all be lucky to end up with that somebody who has a little of that insanity. Somebody who never lets go. Somebody who cherishes you forever.”

Submitted by: Samantha

STORY ABOUT LOVE

“When I read this story by an anonymous author one year ago, I promised myself that I would read it on that special day when the bells are ringing and the silverware are clinking with the crystals. I still intend to keep that promise. But now I feel a certain responsibility to share this to all of you. So before you start ending promises or breaking any vows and end up asking yourself why you had to let go, read this first. Maybe this can help. Dreams do come true. I never believed in that myself until I had one. And I promised that the sun really shines eternally even in the spotless mind. This is to all Clementines out there…”

My husband is an Engineer by profession. I love him for his steady nature, and I love the warm feeling when I lean against his broad shoulders. Three years of courtship and now, two years into marriage, I have to admit, that I’m getting tired of it. The reasons of me for loving him before, has now transformed into the cause of all my restlessness.

I am a sentimental woman and extremely sensitive when it comes to a relationship and my feelings, I yearn for romantic moments, like a little girl yearning for candy. My husband is my complete opposite, his lack of sensitivity, and the inability of bringing romantic moments into our marriage has disheartened me about love. One day, I finally decided to tell him my decision, that I wanted a divorce. “Why?” he asked, shocked. “I am tired, there are no reasons for everything in the world!” I answered. He kept silent the whole night. He seems to be in deep thought with a lighted cigarette at all times. My feelings of disappointment only increased.

Here is a man who can’t even express his predicament, what else can I hope from him? And finally he asked me: “What can I do to change your mind?” somebody said it right, its hard to change a person’s personality, and I guess, I have started losing faith in him. Looking deep into his eyes I slowly answered: “Here is a question, if you can answer and convince my heart, I will change my mind. Let’s say, I want a flower located on the face of a mountain cliff, and we both are sure that picking the flower will cause your death, will you do it for me?” He said: “I will give you your answer tomorrow…” My hope sank by listening to his response.

I woke up the next morning to find him gone, and I saw a piece of paper with his scratchy handwriting, underneath a milk glass, on the table near the front door, that goes…

“My dear, I would not pick that flower for you, but please allow me to explain the reasons further…” This first line was already breaking my heart. I continued reading. “When you use the computer, you always mess up the software programs, and you cry in front of the screen, I have to save my fingers so that I can restore the programs. You always leave the house keys behind, thus, I have to save my legs to rush home to open the doors for you. You love traveling but you always lose your way in the new city, I have to save my eyes to show you the way. You always have the cramps whenever your “good friend” approaches every month, I have to save my palm so that I can calm the cramps in your tummy. You like to stay indoors, and I worry that you will be infected by infantile autism, I have to save my mouth to tell you jokes and stories to cure your boredom. You always stare to the computer, and that will do nothing good for your eyes, I have to save my eyes so that when we grow old, I can help clip you nails and help remove those annoying white hairs, and hold your hand while strolling down the beach, as you enjoy the sunshine and the beautiful sand… and tell you the color of flowers, just like the color of the glow on your young face… Thus, my dear, unless I am sure that there is someone who loves you more that I do… I could not pick that flower yet, and die.”

My tears fell on the letter, and blurred the ink of his handwriting… and as I continue on reading… “Now, that you have finished reading my answer, if you are satisfied, please open the front door for I am standing outside bringing your favorite bread and fresh milk…”

I rushed to pull open the door, and saw his anxious face, clutching tightly with his hands, the milk bottle and loaf of bread. Now I am very sure that no one will ever love me as much as he does, and I have decided to leave the flower alone.

That’s life, and love. When one is surrounded by love, the feeling of excitement fades away, and one tends to ignore the true love that lies in between the peace and dullness. Love shows up in all forms, even small and cheekyforms, it has never been a model, it could be the most dull and boring form, flowers and romantic moments are only used and appear on the surface of the relationship. Under all this, the pillar of true love stands… and that’s our life… Love, not words win arguments…

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I love it when you kiss me. Your soft lips on mine, sending tiny shivers on my spine. Your hands on my shoulders, running along the small curve of my neck and the cusp of my face. Your warmth enclosing me, embracing me, making me feel like there’s no one else but you and I.