Bien que mon amour soit fou,
Ma raison calme les trop vives douleurs de mon coeur en lui
disant de patienier et d'espérer toujours...
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- "The beauty of life is, while we cannot undo what is done, we can see it, understand it, learn from it and change. So that every new moment is spent not in regret, guilt, fear or anger, but in wisdom, understanding and love." -
"And maybe a happy ending,
maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, text messages, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, you never gave up hope."
maybe... it's you, on your own, picking up the pieces and starting over, freeing yourself up for something better in the future. Maybe the happy ending is... just... moving on. Or maybe the happy ending is this, knowing after all the unreturned phone calls, text messages, broken-hearts, through the blunders and misread signals, through all the pain and embarrassment, you never gave up hope."
"I'm trying to wake you up. There's a big fucking world out there, it's messy, and it's chaotic, and it's never, it's never, ever the things you expect. It is okay to be scared, but you cannot allow your fear to turn you into an asshole.. Not when it comes to the people that really love you, the people that need you."
"If being crazy means living life as if it matters then I don't care if we're completely insane."
- Revolutionary Road
- Revolutionary Road
"Les vrais paradis sont les paradis qu'on a perdus.."
- Marcel Proust
- Marcel Proust
"... Here's what's not beautiful about it: from here, you can't see the rust or the cracked paint or whatever, but you can tell what the place really is. You see how fake it all is. It's not even hard enough to be made out of plastic. It's a paper town. I mean look at it, Q: look at all those cul-de-sacs, those streets that turn in on themselves, all the houses that were built to fall apart. All those paper people living in their paper houses, burning the future to stay warm. All the paper kids drinking beer some bum bought for them at the paper convenience store. Everyone demented with the mania of owning things. All the things paper-thin and paper-frail. And all the people, too."
- Paper Towns
- Paper Towns
"Sometimes when I look at you, I feel I'm gazing at a distant star. It's dazzling, but the light is from tens of thousands of years ago. Maybe the star doesn't even exist anymore. Yet sometimes that light seems more real to me than anything. You're here. At least you look as if you're here. But maybe you aren't. Maybe it's just your shadow. The real you may be someplace else. Or maybe you already disappeared, a long, long time ago. I reach out my hand to see, but you've hidden behind a cloud of probablys. Do you think we can go on like this forever?"
- South of Border, West of the Sun
- South of Border, West of the Sun
"you can never be who you want to be if you're always looking over your shoulders at what could have been."
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