I'm putting my guard down.I'm committing.I'm not the same person a year ago.A person who's afraid of being hurt ,whose pride had controlled her ability to show her emotions ,who had rather choose to end a relationship instead of letting herself be vulnerable to her significant other.A person who believed that she doesn't need a man.A person who felt discourage of marriage.
I only had the slightest idea of how he really feels.I could say I'm not secure.But can anyone bring a person who will tell me that there's always a guarantee in a relationship.Love is a gamble.If you bet all the money at once ,if you lose then that's the end of it.Someone told me that if you put your heart on the line,it must be 50-50.Just give 50 for your lover and half of it remains in you.I know this is easier said than done.Most of the time,we want to give it all because sometimes it's a validation that you really love the person.Unknowingly you're betting it all.
to be continued:
This feeling just gets better all the time
QUOTE
Sometimes you cannot believe what you see,you have to believe what you feel.And if you are going to have other people trust you, you must feel that you can trust them ,too--even when you're in the dark,even when you're falling
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Monday, January 9, 2012
QUOTE ABOUT LOVE
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. " - Captain Antonio Corelli
ALMOST LOVER BY A FINE FRENZY
This song gives me a certain calmness at the same time makes me want to cry.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
사 랑
Love is an evolved form of emotional attachment that transcends sexual attraction of the physical form.
Monday, December 26, 2011
No more excuses
From now on I will not depend on someone else except myself and God.I will discipline myself,work hard,focus,study hard and push myself to my limits.No more fear,tears and dependency.
I will serve God with all my heart and soul
I will serve God with all my heart and soul
Saturday, December 17, 2011
시
How Do I Love Thee: Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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 every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
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.
남자친구 위해
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 every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
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.
남자친구 위해
미워
I always see good things in people except myself.
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Monday, December 5, 2011
시
The Summer Day
Mary Oliver
Who made the world?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Who made the swan, and the black bear?
Who made the grasshopper?
This grasshopper, I mean-
the one who has flung herself out of the grass,
the one who is eating sugar out of my hand,
who is moving her jaws back and forth instead of up and down-
who is gazing around with her enormous and complicated eyes.
Now she lifts her pale forearms and thoroughly washes her face.
Now she snaps her wings open, and floats away.
I don't know exactly what a prayer is.
I do know how to pay attention, how to fall down
into the grass, how to kneel down in the grass,
how to be idle and blessed, how to stroll through the fields,
which is what I have been doing all day.
Tell me, what else should I have done?
Doesn't everything die at last, and too soon?
Tell me, what is it you plan to do
with your one wild and precious life?
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)
