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„It is not true that the person who loves you may never leave. Maybe. Believe me. He/She will, sooner or later, whether he/she realizes that the relationship you no longer bring joy and happiness. If you sacrifice much to be close, but gets nothing in return, will fail. You, the person who raised it on a pedestal, do you offer your hand to lift it deserves with you. And just because they’re there.

He/She realizes that we must not give anything in return, must not rise to the level it deserves thought. You realize that you do not have to risk and sacrifice even the smallest thing for him/her and so the relationship becomes unbearable. It leaves when he/she realizes that means less for you than you mean you for it.

Chances are he/she does not tell you anything, will not complain about what you did or why you did not and will not believe that you did something wrong. It is foolish and absurd to beg someone love and understanding. The person who loves you will leave quietly, without a word. And the worst thing is that these people do not come back again.”

Oscar Wilde

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Materialismul s-a nascut din separarea dintre suflet si spirit. A provocat, de asemenea, in fiintele umane, o letargie spirituala – pentru ca noi ne interesam mai mult de mediul nostru fizic, decat de nevoile sufletului. Pg 76

„Curajul personal, atunci cand iubesti pe cineva, este tot atat de important ca si curajul de a face schimbari in societate. … Cea mai inalta forma de iubire este aceea de a accepta consecintele care rezulta din liberul arbitru al celuilalt.”

„Lumea ar deveni un loc mai fericit, atunci cand fiecare dintre noi am intelege cine suntem.”

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nu stiu cum se intampla, dar, de fiecare data cand moare cineva apropiat, ma gandesc, inevitabil, la ce-a fost viata mea si ce-am facut pana acum. iar, daca s-ar intampla ca in clipa urmatoare sa nu mai fiu pe acest pamant… oare ar mai fi ceva lasat neterminat sau mai e ceva neinceput? oare mi-ar parea rau de ceva? oare mi-ar parea rau dupa ceva? am apucat sa traiesc o clipa de fericire? am iertat pe toti cei care au trecut prin viata mea?

de fapt… ce e moartea? dupa parerea mea, doar desprinderea sufletului (spiritului) de corpul fizic. ingropam corpul fizic, dar sufletul merge inainte…

de ce ne desprindem atat de greu de un apropiat care tocmai a murit, dupa ce a suferit o lunga perioada de timp (sa se inteleaga ca nu vorbesc despre morti fulgeratoare)? probabil, ca in acea lunga perioada, cei apropiati au tot sperat ca boala va disparea… dar, in acel moment, moare si speranta in noi… s-au facut vise, planuri… si… s-a ajuns in punctul in care acestea nu mai pot fi realizate… le ingropam, aruncam o mana de pamant peste ele… se rupe ceva in noi… acum am inteles de ce se spune ca speranta moare ultima….

de ce privim in jos, in groapa, cand ar trebui sa ne uitam in sus dupa sufletul care ne face cu mana si ne spune „la revedere”? de ce suntem atat de atasati de planul material/fizic si nu ne intereseaza aproape deloc planul spiritual?

Do you remember?

When did we lose our way?
Easier to let it go
So many can’t tell anybody
Harder to let you know
Call me when you’ve made up your mind but you won’t
Caught up in the way that you played my heart
Only love could ever hit this hard

Oh, don’t be scared about it
Don’t forget it was real
Do you remember the way it made you feel?
Do you remember the things it let you feel?

How do I make you stay,
When it’s easier to let you go?
Nobody knows what we know about it
No one needs to know
Call me when you’ve made up your mind but you won’t
Caught up in a way that you played my heart
Only love could ever hit this hard

Oh, don’t be scared about it
Don’t forget it was real
Do you remember the way it made you feel?
Do you remember the things it let you feel?

When you love to your limit
You gave all you’re given
Who you gonna pray to when you’re there?
Will you find out that there ain’t no other love
No other love for you

Oh, don’t be scared about it
Don’t forget it was real
Do you remember the way it made you feel?
Do you remember the things it let you feel?

Oh, when you think about it
Do you remember me?
Do you remember the way it made you feel?
Do you remember the things it let you feel?

Când spunem că ne este dor de anumite locuri, de un oraș, de o stradă, nu este așa. În realitate ne este dor de oamenii pe care i-am întâlnit acolo, de acele discuții, de acele plimbări, de cei cu care eram fericiți, ne este dor de noi în acel timp, în acel loc.

don’t ask if I am alive…

even if you love me,
even if you remember me,
I don’t have you anymore,
you are far…

wherever you are
to an other track,
into other arms,
don’t dream of me,
don’t ask if I’m alive,
don’t love me,
if you are not here…

don’t miss me,
don’t ask if I am alive,
don’t love me,
if you are not here…

don’t love me,
if I don’t know it…
you are everything…
you are breath
that if I don’t take
I don’t have
life anymore…

don’t dream of me,
don’t ask if I am alive…

cut the cords…

Hush
Do you see what I see?
Do you hear what I hear?
Do you feel what I feel?

Stop
I feel you in my brain
I feel your hands around
My soul is stolen again

When I’m in the spell
And I’m burning in your fire
I smell your incense blooming
Consuming my lungs

Cut the cords
I’m not your puppet anymore
And I’ll fight that spell

Fool
Don’t play with magic black
That cunning stuff will push you to the front
And stab you in the back

Fool
I may have lost my mind
But when the karma comes around
It’s yours you’ll have to find

When I’m in the spell
And I’m burning in your fire
I smell your incense blooming
Consuming my lungs

Cut the cords
I’m not your puppet anymore
And I’ll fight that spell

If you back down
Lower your head
Save your soul
Close the page
Walk away

When I’m in the spell
And I’m burning in your fire
I smell your incense blooming
Consuming my lungs

Cut the cords
Cuz I’m not your puppet anymore
And I’ll fight that spell

just afraid of something can’t understand

If you ever leave me, baby,

Leave some morphine at my door

‘Cause it would take a whole lot of medication

To realize what we used to have,

We don’t have it anymore.

If you ever leave me, baby,

Leave some morphine at my door’

Cause it would take a whole lot of medication

To realize what we used to have,

We don’t have it anymore.

There’s no religion that could save me

No matter how long my knees are on the floor

So keep in mind all the sacrifices I’m makin’

To keep you by my side

To keep you from walkin’ out the door.

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight

If I lose you, baby

There’ll be no clear skies

If I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds

My eyes will do the same, if you walk away

Everyday it’ll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain.

I’ll never be your mother’s favorite

Your daddy can’t even look me in the eye

Ooh, if I was in their shoes, I’d be doing the same thing

Sayin’ „There goes my little girl

Walkin’ with that troublesome guy”.

But they’re just afraid of something they can’t understand

Ooh, but little darlin’ watch me change their minds

Yeah for you I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try I’ll try

I’ll pick up these broken pieces ‘til I’m bleeding

If that’ll make you mine

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight

If I lose you, baby

There’ll be no clear skies

If I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds

My eyes will do the same, if you walk away

Everyday it’ll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain

Oh, don’t you say (don’t you say) goodbye (goodbye),

Don’t you say (don’t you say) goodbye (goodbye)

I’ll pick up these broken pieces ‘til I’m bleeding

If that’ll make it right

‘Cause there’ll be no sunlight

If I lose you, baby

There’ll be no clear skies

If I lose you, baby

Just like the clouds

My eyes will do the same, if you walk away

Everyday it’ll rain, rain, ra-a-a-ain