Author of quotes: Juana INES de La Cruz

and regain my freedom.

From the dislike of a loved one, I grieve.

Is it the end of love is so unbearable,
what have you hated the beginning?
But remember - love is not promised
you always will be you love.
All transitory. And the dispassion
cruel takes all the life running...
To stop it - not in our power.
But, being deceived bitter man
don't believe that and love and happiness
given only temporarily, not forever.

"Not to love you not, nor forgive,
They could neither leave me nor stay;
There are many reasons that we part,
One reason is to be together".
Happens and drug henbane,
And for the love and autumn - spring.

Though jealousy also anguish fraught,
but look in despair she
then again hopes rich.
In the absence of the soul is denied them:
separation because she almost loss
it gorsha from the pain of the lies.

Love comes, taking rest, -
insomnia, fever and vexation,
growing with anxiety and suspicion
feeds on tears and pleading.
Then she leads the unequal battle
with the above deception, cooling,
then give jealousy will abuse,
the heat of love will fade away by itself.
Love the pattern is.
Extinct feelings are not awakened.
And imagine me wrong - is there any use?
After all, your sorrow, believe me, is not right,
and do you love not be deceived,
and simply time of love is already expired.

Who treads the mud, he gets dirty to her.

About how you women are cruel for their commitment to sin!.. But neyasno you - how can women's flaws? Of the women - a symbol of vanity eh your not making art? But, waking evil feelings you require kindness. The tool will let anyone, and your eagerness to win - but then you pretend that the Fort you surrendered without a fight.
You own passions get scared as the whistle of the scourge... You tales of love, like children, like children you are afraid of them. You need the woman beloved (this is really your men's motto) a mixture of delightful Tais with Lucrezia infallible. Your character for you - a source of agony as you is unpleasant at view mirror smudges from your filthy hands! And passion and disregard for the same, you recognize the power: the contempt you inspire passion, and passion inspires you to contempt. Honor the woman you are is not important; you measure male yardstick, humble - call a hypocrite, and windy - when tender. Recklessly and judge us all for all the blame: for legkomyslenno - one, the heartlessness of the other.
But where is the one that will captivate you, starting with you fight for law, since the severity of you do not like, and levity abhorrent? Between your passion and boredom is the only sure pass, who has no love, but there is a calculation in Alliance with Evenou science. And those who love you, alas, love always breaks the wings of their soul to accomplish violence from their forgiveness waiting for you.
But who are worthy of condemnation, barren-bitter struggle: the trusting prayer, or the one who wasted prayers?
And who knows horse shame (even if both are guilty):
one that sins and is waiting for retribution, or the one who pays sins?
You don't look for justification for their sins in the mouths of rumor: so did you - like W your hands create.
Since you think that no one can not stand before your eyes, why do you stigmatize with disgrace the one that is without measure in love.
But even in Union with the flesh, worldly vanity, the forces of hell - in love for a barrier, but you love not to fight!