separation

In the sea of my emotions, his presence is like a pearl in the oyster. Very hard to locate, yet very precious and still beautiful.

Whenever it rains, I remember him, not as a tear that hails down as a raindrop, but as a God of fertility. As, every time I remember him, his memories conceive a baby of emotions in me!

Once fallen in true love, a person can't really fall out of it, no matter what. How much ever you try to hate your better half, you'll end up falling more instead. Some part of him will always reside in your heart.

Love happens only once, what happens after that is just compromise; with your heart and with your life...

All discarded lovers should be given a second chance, but with somebody else.

their eyes are full of kindness as each feels the full effect of novelty after a short separation. They are drawing a relaxation from each other's presence, a new serenity.

It is always painful to part from people whom one has known for a brief space of time. The absence of old friends one can endure with equanimity, But even a momentary separation from anyone to whom one has just been introduced is almost unbearable.

Some of our friends are our friends only because we used to be friends.

If I don't see the reason of someone being my friend, chances are, we are just floating and I need a ship to set sail.

Negative means separating energies, while positive means unifying energies. It__ not about being __ood_ or __ad_ _ energy is quite neutral, actually_ one just feels better. Simply imagine that being negative creates distance between the hearts of two people, while being positive brings them closer together.

Religion separate people while the issues of life that all people share in common, bring them together.

Oh, Mercédès, I have spoken your name with sighs of melancholy, with groans of pain and with the croak of despair. I have spoken it frozen with cold, huddled on the straw of my dungeon. I have spoken it raging with heat and rolling around on the stone floor of my prison. Mercédès, I must have my revenge, because for fourteen years I suffered, fourteen years I wept and cursed. Now, I say to you, Mercédès, I must have my revenge!

At the heart of memory, is the stillness of time.

The voice that says, __hat__ the way I am,_ is the voice of knowledge. It__ the voice of the liar living in the Tree of Knowledge in your head. The Toltec consider it a mental disease that is highly contagious because it__ transmitted from human to human through knowledge. The symptoms of the disease are fear, anger, hatred, sadness, jealousy, conflict, and separation between humans. Again, these lies are controlling the dream of our life. I think this is obvious.

I am not sad because I do not have you, I am sad because I don't have love.

I said uselessly, "Sam, don't go."Sam cupped my face in his hands and looked me in the eyes. His eyes were yellow, sad, wolf, mine. "These stay the same. Remember that when you look at me. Remember it's me. Please.

Every moment of our lives we make choices. Most we don__ even know we__e making, they__e so dull or routine or automatic. Some are beyond explanation__ike my mom choosing Wyatt__ memory over Dad and me.

I realized that whilst crying over the loss, the living did not seem adequate because they were not my loved one. The room full of strangers hurt me profusely. Even as I saw thousands of young people; I felt incomplete and more saddened because the one I wanted to see was buried.