love [Theme] Page 98

The loss is a cousin of loneliness. They intersect and overlap, it is not surprising that the work of grief evokes a sense of loneliness, of separation. Death is a lonely business. Physical existence is lonely in essence, being stuck in a body that is moving inexorably to the collapse, compression, embezzlement, damage. There is the loneliness of grief, loneliness, lost or desecrated love, the longing for one or more special people, the loneliness of the grieving process.

I never cried for love, never for her not to be sad, never tried for her. Because I don't want to suffer, if it doesn't work.

Indifference to love - it is the wine in front of her.

... restrain the power of his love this very love...

Manchester et Liverpool
Je me revois flânant le long des rues
Au milieu de cette foule
Among my thousands ces inconnus d
Manchester et Liverpool
Je m'en allais dans tous les coins perdus
En cherchant ce bel amour
Près de toi Que j'avais connu.




Manchester and Liverpool...
I once again roam the streets
Among this crowd,
Among thousands of strangers.
Manchester and Liverpool...
I've traveled all over remote parts
In search of this wonderful love,
Learned with you.

All the little kids tend to do what they want, and can't understand why not receive just what you want. If family education is based on love and sense of security, children are rather quickly able to learn not only to take but to give, not only to demand but to give in. They begin to understand that the desire to always do your own thing can hurt someone you love. Therefore, one of the most important answers to the question about the origins of the OCD, States: the reason is the lack of love in childhood. Love produces the same effect on the person which sunlight produces on the plant: they grow and ripen. Without love, a person suffering from an obsession, do not see any need for "ripening" and trying growth. Perhaps, in my childhood my parents largely refused such a man and because he held them carefully concealed anger. Later, found that society also denies him much of what he wants to have, and he is always ready to grab their own piece, feeling the slightest distraction or loss of focus on the part of the society. As a result the person behaves like Alexander Mayer - that is, comes from another human being as if it is a cheap tool that can be discarded immediately after use, like a disposable handkerchief.

Everything is allowed, except for one thing: you can't interrupt a manifestation of Love. If this happened, the one who tried to destroy it, and needs to be revived.

- Another run planned? Well run, run... Where are you all running? What are you looking for? Do not look, Tolya, you will not find... And I waited. All galochki gnawed.
Waiting for to say Yes? This, I believe, Ty, what are you waiting for me. Just because you're not the only one waiting for me.
- You what?
- You waited for me, why you want to have me in Sverdlovsk, someone was... If I was, I would have told you to lie would not. And you want to cheat me.
- You are not sober, or what?
- Come on, Ty, for the major. For Lamartina don't, he's a slippery man. And for major - go. [Ty turns away and weeps.] Well, you see, you're crying. I did when it told you, thought you were me in the face, will fall to his knees, will beg that this never happened and could not be, everything is a lie and slander. In fact I hope the whole day lived that I spit in the eye. And you cry and I know - so.
- No! No, Tolya, you are not leaving! Well, tell me, tell me that you love me! After all, if it didn't, I wouldn't give up. Tolya, are you honest in love! I am suffering in front of you, so tormented. ... Roofing, tell me, tell me - I'll do anything for you!
- You have all Ty did.

Before Guadalmina two girls stood.
The old woman looked gloomy in their traits,
Meanwhile, the old bony fingers
A deck of old cards, rustling went through.
And the girls were fresh as a may morning.
One, like anemone, the other - the lush poppy;
One flower of spring, another summer grass.
They stand, the fate of old asks.
All serious troubles of life will occur your. -
He said the haughty brunette.
And she answered: "But they loved me?"
- Oh, Yes! - So you lied. "I'll be that happy!"
- And you without a mutual love you'll live -
Said broadcasting the blonde silent.
And she answered: "I am to love?"
- Oh, Yes! - "And if so, then I will be happy!.."

The sea drowned in love. And even the sun, being the brightest light that burned because of you.

All love is betrayal, for embellishing life. Head-only the one who does not know love.

- Who is she?
- Impossibility.
- The impossibility gives rise to great love.
- I'd like to believe it... My heart hurts so much.
- Well, in love, as I know, the pain is often a medicine.
She is my friend. She's my good friend. She has fallen through a bitter loss.
- May the grace of God will appear to her in your love, William.

A hundred million love songs
Are humming in my head
None of them can glue my broken soul.




Millions of thousands of love songs,
Buzzing in my head...
None of them could heal my broken soul.

I for the first time in my life has changed in love and the first time I experienced the sweetness of this feeling. I was encouraged to change worn-out feeling the usual devotion on a fresh sense of love, full of mystery and suspense. Moreover, at the same time, to love and to love means to love twice as strong than before.