romance [Theme]

Spring is when the windows are wide open, even at night, when you jump up at 6 in the morning and run to meet the dawn, when you want to be tender, feminine and beautiful, arrange tulips throughout the house and lay a white tablecloth for breakfast, hang floral curtains, and let the wind casually fingered them, and sunbeams jumped on the walls, put on a pale pink dress with beautiful sandals and wait for her to come - blooming, light, tender, turn your head and fill the air with a delicate aroma of romance.

Romantics and classics are two banks of the river of public surprise. The classics are right-bank people of yesterday's tastes, artists of yesterday's celebration of life. I myself am a romantic - a pioneer who boldly moored to the left bank.

Some say that the era of chivalry has passed, that the spirit of romance has died. The era of chivalry will never pass as long as there is evil on earth that remains uncorrected.

Frantic love - hiding under the veil of high romance.

A world that chooses the most convenient development options is completely devoid of romance.

Seryozha!

We have learned some concepts from the last century, the century of romance, but now they should be greatly changed. This includes the concept of happiness. How easy it was to be happy! Moreover, happiness meant absolute happiness! I am not talking now about writers or counterfeiters - they have been able to fool entire epochs with their cunning lies; even great people fell under the hypnosis of a bright ball with gold leaf, called "happiness": they considered it a panacea for everything! The person who fell in love was happy, and since he was happy, then he was absolutely happy!

Romances do not sleep at night.
After all, it is not to satisfy them with that sorrow,
Which the day brings,
In which you see only a shadow.
The shadow of the same... Native..
Not yours... and none..

Life without romance - what an aphorism without words!

Full of hope, romantics are always hooked by those who impersonate other people.

Saint-Exupéry what a fairy tale! "The Little Prince" what a romance! The writer - the pilot, taught people to understand in the complex work, dangerous work of the pilot, ploughed gasoline and oil - taught to understand and see romance. He was a medium-weak pilot, but what a man of willpower, a man of kindness and romance. Oh how we all want that.

Sailing on the waves, we plunge into that whirlpool of romance that pushes us into an exciting journey.

For me, there is neither beauty nor romance in life. Life is life, and I take it as it is.

Love does not come with a guarantee of happiness, it already depends on two, and you can guarantee it yourself, provided that both work in this direction. Love is not always breakfast in bed, dates, cute SMS and complete understanding. Love is a huge work, this is when life hits one, and breaks another, these are sleepless nights until he / she returns from work, and you screwed up that his / her car was hit, this is the impossibility of reaching a compromise, but at the same time not to blame in nowhere slamming the door, and sit next to and say "we will try again." If you expect one romance from love, and the fact that the second person will definitely correspond to the ideal you have invented, then you will not wait. Love itself becomes an ideal, it does not care what parameters you have there, it will come, and you will wake up with the realization that it turns out that everything that you needed does not coincide at all with what you have invented for yourself. There is love, it will find you, and those who say that it only happens once are cunning. No, she just comes to someone at once, and someone kisses the frogs in order to reach her. Therefore, I insist that having lost, as you thought, love, you were sure that it is still ahead. Every time when you fail, this is another brick in your armor, and when you rebuild it completely, that very love will not destroy it, break through, it will simply open the door, and after all these bricks you will be ready to defend now. only myself, but hers as well. Love whoever you want, love the whole world at least, but never forget that love for another begins with your love for yourself. Never forget that love is not the meaning of life, and if it is gone, you have not lost the meaning, you simply insert a new brick into the wall. Never forget that you deserve the best, and know how to leave where you are suffocating. It is paradoxical that, given how everyone describes love as a wonderful feeling that gives happiness, we humans, hiding behind it, endure those with whom we are uncomfortable, afraid to leave, afraid to offend, and most importantly, we are afraid to be left alone. You deserve happiness, and life is too short to spend on people from whom you do not feed on this happiness.