WHATEVER 'IN LOVE' MEANS
And I suppose in love? Yeah, whatever 'in love' means. Starts:8'30"/0'13" to end
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13 Comments:
Love is like a flower: once you pick it, it slowly dies... ;)))
What about this one? True love is friendship set on fire... :))
Love is like the wild rose-briar, friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
Love is like a river, never ending as it flows, but gets greater with time.
"Love is like flower: if you don't water it, it dies"
(Mao, Chinese kung-fu master and master chef, working as cook in small tapas bar in Barcelona to be beside his girlfriend)
"Tapas" (2005)
http://www.cirkofilm.hu/show_film.php?id=10
http://www.tapaslapelicula.com/
Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone, but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
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To fear love is to fear life,
and those who fear life are already three parts dead. (Bertrand Russell)
love is a byoutiful golden chein u know, but if u pull it too strong my brotha, it breaks and after this sad eccident u can maybee tie it, u know the two pieciz togetha, but the knot will be there foreva.
Early and provident fear is the mother of safety.
I like Bertrands... and Russell Square, too. :))
Edmund Burke, notwithstanding.
Dear Friends of BBC Heaven,
Wednesday saw a record in the number of visitors, page impressions and comments respectively.
Therefore, I wonder whether it wouldn't be more appropriate to rebrand BBC Heaven as a haven of love and Princess Diana related stories, instead of boring geopolitics?
Or shall I just join in by saying: Offrir l'amitié à qui veut l'amour, c'est donner du pain à qui meurt de soif.
Suis-moi, je te fuis; fuis-moi, je te suis... :))
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