Is it officially Valentine’s day ? No not yet ! But perhaps by the time I finish this blog it will be midnight and we are fully submerged on a romantic snowy day filled with romance , a non-moving cat on my lap and I guess Love !
Life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quickly you hardly catch it going.
Elizabeth Taylor and Richard Burton
Falling in a love in a quite absolute, final way
What you are in love with, what seizes your imagination will affect everything.
It will decide what will get you out of bed in the mornings,
What you will do with your evenings,
How you spend your weekends,
What you read,
Who you know,
What breaks your heart,
And what amazes you with joy and gratitude.
Fall in love, stay in love, and it will decide everything.”
Yoko and John Lennon
If you are unable to give me the same amount of gratefulness then don’t call it love .
“You swore you loved me, and laughed and warned me that you would not love me forever.
I did not hear you. You were speaking in a language I did not understand. Never, never, I can conceive of a love which is able to foresee its own termination. Love is its own eternity. Love is in every moment of its being: all time. It is the only glimpse we are permitted of what eternity is. So I did not hear you. The words were nonsense.”
― Thornton Wilder, The Ides of March
Sid and Nancy
In loving you , you had the best of the world , me !
Helena Bohman carter and Tim Burton
Stieglitz And O’Keeffe
I hope you have sweet dreams of a field
Surrounded with tall but small wild flowers
No one knows of its existence
A place where you run fast and free
Loud screams in summer air
sweet dreams my dear, lets escape this town soon or later..
johnny cash and june carter
“He was now in that state of fire that she loved. He was burning.” Anais Nin
“Anaïs, I don’t know how to tell you what I feel. I live in perpetual expectancy. You come and the time slips away in a dream. It is only when you go that I realize completely your presence. And then it is too late. You numb me.This is a little drunken, Anaïs. I am saying to myself “here is the first woman with whom I can be absolutely sincere.” I remember your saying – “you could fool me, I wouldn’t know it.”When I walk along the boulevards and think of that. I can’t fool you – and yet I would like to. I mean that I can never be absolutely loyal – it’s not in me. I love women, or life, too much – which it is, I don’t know. But laugh, Anaïs, I love to hear you laugh. You are the only woman who has a sense of gaiety, a wise tolerance – no more, you seem to urge me to betray you. I love you for that. […]
I don’t know what to expect of you, but it is something in the way of a miracle. I am going to demand everything of you – even the impossible, because you encourage it. You are really strong. I even like your deceit, your treachery. It seems aristocratic to me.”