.Love is all you need to love, and love is all you need to be loved.
I hate everything about you.
Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that I get But I haven´t missed you yet Every roommate kept awake By every sigh and scream we make All the feelings that I get But I still don´t miss you yet Only when I stop to think about it... I hate everything about you Why do I love you Every time we lie awake After every hit we take Every feeling that I get But I haven´t missed you yet Only when I stop to think about it... I hate everything about you Why do I love you Only when I stop to think About you, I know Only when you stop to think About me, do you know I hate everything about you Why do I love you You hate everything about me...why do you love me? ♪
Everything in this room is eatable. Even I'm eatable. But that is called cannibalism, my dear children, and is in fact frowned upon in most societies.
~ Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
hahaha xD
If only one thing had happened differently: if that shoelace hadn't broken; or that delivery truck had moved moments earlier; or that package had been wrapped and ready, because the girl hadn't broken up with her boyfriend; or that man had set his alarm and got up five minutes earlier; or that taxi driver hadn't stopped for a cup of coffee; or that woman had remembered her coat, and got into an earlier cab, Daisy and her friend would've crossed the street, and the taxi would've driven by. But life being what it is — a series of intersecting lives and incidents, out of anyone's control — that taxi did not go by, and that driver was momentarily distracted, and that taxi hit Daisy, and her leg was crushed.
~ The Curious Case of Benjamin Button.
I love this part ♥{
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! — and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
~ Elizabeth Barret Browning
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Joselyn ;DD
Bueno, mis amigos solo ellos me llaman Jozze, pero puedes llamarme como tú prefieras. Actualmente estoy muy aburrida y por ese motivo uso mi blog, ya que sé que nadie lo ve, porque ni siquiera yo misma lo veo.