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    !Welcome! Maska e StormAngel
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    Citim Postuar më parë nga KaLTerSi
    po e mbyll me Napoleonin...
    Napoleon Bonaparti i shkruan Joséphine de Beauharnais

    "Një puthje mbi zemër, një tjetër pak më poshtë, një tjetër edhe më poshtë, akoma edhe më poshtë..." [/I]
    po ky qenka fare fare, i pacipi...
    Divida et impera
    lol
    We didn't land on Plymouth Rock, Plymouth Rock landed on us.

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    Unquestionable! Maska e Cupke_pe_Korce
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    Aren't they though? :)

    Engjellushke, desha te postoj nje nga letrat e Alfred De Musset derguar George Sand, por nuk e gjeta dot online. Damn! it's the most beautiful thing I've ever read! :)
    Summertime, and the livin' is easy...

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    Buena Suerte Maska e MI CORAZON
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    Temë e bukur kjo !
    Të kujtohet Çupkë, që dikur hapa një temë të njëjtë me këtë, por e lashë se më "bërtiti" Fiori e bëra sikur më mbeti hatri...

    Eh... dashuria e shkretë, s'la njeri pa bërë poet !
    Where does a thought go when it's forgotten?

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    Unquestionable! Maska e Cupke_pe_Korce
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    Si mund ta harroj :)

    Je voulais te parler seulement de mon amour, Ah Goerge, quel amour! Jamais homme n'a aimé comme je t'aime. Je suis perdu vois tu, je suis noyé, inondé d'amour. Je ne sais plus si je vis, si je mange, si je marche, si je respire, si je parle. Mais je sais que j'aime" - Alfred de Musset
    Summertime, and the livin' is easy...

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    madmoiselle Maska e angeldust
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    Hmmm, Cupkë, duhet të çepkatësh më me durim ne Google herës tjetër. :D

    Sidoqofte ti rrofsh per referimin, sepse ndoshta nuk gjeta tamam ate qe kerkoje ti, por me sa lexova shoh dy 'painfully ardent lovers' qe me bene pershtypje. :) Po i sjell:

    Buloz, nje mik qe George i shkruante dhe i tregonte hallet e veta kur Alfred ishte semure keq, ka lene keto shenime nga 'thashethemet' per kete cift:




    On one of George Sand's unpublished letters to Buloz the following lines are written in the handwriting of Buloz:

    "In the morning on getting up he discovered, in an adjoining room, a tea-table still set, but with only one cup.

    "`Did you have tea yesterday evening?'

    "`Yes,' answered George Sand, `I had tea with the doctor.'

    "`Ah, how is it that there is only one cup?'

    "`The other has been taken away.'

    "`No, nothing has been taken away. You drank out of the same cup.'

    "`Even if that were so, you have no longer the right to trouble about such things.'

    "`I have the right, as I am still supposed to be your lover. You ought at least to show me respect, and, as I am leaving in three days, you might wait until I have gone to do as you like.'


    The night following this scene Musset discovered George Sand, crouching on her bed, writing a letter.

    "`What are you doing?' he asked.

    "`I am reading,' she replied, and she blew out the candle.

    "`If you are reading, why do you put the candle out?'

    "`It went out itself: light it again.'

    Alfred de Musset lit it again.

    "`Ah, so you were reading, and you have no book. Infamous woman, you might as well say that you are writing to your lover.' George Sand had recourse to her usual threat of leaving the house. Alfred de Musset read her up: `You are thinking of a horrible plan. You want to hurry off to your doctor, pretend that I am mad and that your life is in danger. You will not leave this room. I will keep you from anything so base. If you do go, I will put such an epitaph on your grave that the people who read it will turn pale,' said Alfred with terrible energy.

    George Sand was trembling and crying.

    "`I no longer love you,' Alfred said scoffingly to George Sand.

    "`It is the right moment to take your poison or to go and drown yourself.'

    (Confession to Alfred of her secret about the doctor. Reconciliation. Alfred's departure. George Sand's affectionate and enthusiastic letters.)

    Such are the famous episodes of the tea-cup and the letter as Buloz heard them told at the time.




    Mbasi George ishte lodhur nga Alfred dhe shkoi ne Venezie me te dashurin e saj dhe doktorin e tij, Pagello-n, ajo shkruan keshtu qe te justifikoje zgjedhjen e saj:

    "I have my love, my stay here with me. He never suffers, for he is never weak or suspicious. . . . He is calm and good. . . . He loves me and is at peace; he is happy without my having to suffer, without my having to make efforts for his happiness. . . . As for me, I must suffer for some one. It is just this suffering which nurtures my maternal solicitude, etc. . . ."

    Pastaj vendosi te ikte perseri me Pagellon ne Paris, France. Por Pagelloja kuptoi se atje ishte i tepert. Alfred po i lutej George qe ajo te kthehej tek ai. Alfred shkruan keshtu:

    "I am good-for-nothing, for I am simply steeped in my love for you. I do not know whether I am alive, whether I eat, drink, or breathe, but I know I am in love."

    Por, grindjet e meparshme rifillojne. George shkruan:

    "I was quite sure that all these reproaches would begin again immediately after the happiness we had dreamed of and promised each other. Oh, God, to think that we have already arrived at this!"

    Po luanin me njeri tjetrin nje lloj loje krudele, ne te cilen Musset po shqetesohej dhe ruante vetveten gjithnje e me teper, por loje ndaj te ciles George Sand u be nje nevoje. Ne 24 dhjetor 1834 ajo shkruan ne ditar:

    "And what if I rushed to him when my love is too strong for me. What if I went and broke the bell-pull with ringing, until he opened his door to me. Or if I lay down across the threshold until he came out!"

    Ne fund ajo preu floket, ja dergoi atij dhe i shkroi:

    "I no longer love you, but I still adore you. I do not want you any more, but I cannot do without you."

    Gjeten kurajon te hiqnin dore nga njeri tjetri ne Mars 1835.

    Kjo ishte me pak fjale historia dramatike e ciftit, dhe mendoj e nevojshme per te kuptuar fragmentin e letres ne postin e meposhtem, me gjithe urtesine qe me duket se permban.

    George Sand
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    Ndryshuar për herë të fundit nga angeldust : 11-02-2005 më 01:53
    In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for that's how heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

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    madmoiselle Maska e angeldust
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    Fragment nga George Sand per Alfred de Musset (meriton nje post te gjithin per vete)

    "You have said it a hundred times over, and it is all in vain that you retract; nothing will now efface that sentence: `Love is the only thing in the world that counts.' It may be that it is a divine faculty which we lose and then find again, that we must cultivate, or that we have to buy with cruel suffering, with painful experience. The suffering you have endured through loving me was perhaps destined, in order that you might love another woman more easily. Perhaps the next woman may love you less than I do, and yet she may be more happy and more beloved. There are such mysteries in these things, and God urges us along new and untrodden paths. Give in; do not attempt to resist. He does not desert His privileged ones. He takes them by the hand and places them in the midst of the sandbanks, where they are to learn to live, in order that they may sit down at the banquet at which they are to rest. . . .


    Do you imagine that one love affair, or even two, can suffice for exhausting or taking the freshness from a strong soul? I believed this, too, for a long time, but I know now that it is quite the contrary. Love is a fire that endeavours to rise and to purify itself. Perhaps the more we have failed in our endeavours to find it, the more apt we become to discover it, and the more we have been obliged to change, the more conservative we shall become. Who knows? It is perhaps the terrible, magnificent and courageous work of a whole lifetime. It is a crown of thorns which will blossom and be covered with roses when our hair begins to turn white."
    Ndryshuar për herë të fundit nga angeldust : 11-02-2005 më 01:57
    In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for that's how heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

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    madmoiselle Maska e angeldust
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    Ufff, sa vape... ka edhe me...

    Love Letter By Alfred de Musset to Amantine Aurore Dudevant (gjithashtu e njohur si George Sand)


    September 1, 1834


    "But let me have this letter, containing nothing but your love; and tell me that you give me your lips, your hair, all that face that I have possessed, and tell me that we embrace - you and I!

    O God, O God, when I think of it, my throat closes, my sight is troubled; my knees fail, ah, it is horrible to die, it is also horrible to love like this! What longing, what longing I have for you! I beg you to let me have the letter I ask. I am dying. Farewell."
    In the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, for that's how heart finds its morning and is refreshed.

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    i/e regjistruar Maska e EXODUS
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    My Mistress and Friend,
    I and my heart put ourselves in your hands, begging you to recommend us to your good grace and not to let absence lessen your affection...or myself the pang of absence is already to great, and when I think of the increase of what I must needs suffer it would be well nigh intolerable but for my firm hope of your unchangeable affection...


    King Henry VIII (of England)

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    i/e regjistruar Maska e EXODUS
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    In debating with myself the contents of your letters I have been put to a great agony; not knowing how to understand them, whether to my disadvantage as shown in some places, or to my advantage as in others. I beseech you now with all my heart definitely to let me know your whole mind as to the love between us; for necessity compels me to plague you for a reply, having been for more than a year now struck by the dart of love, and being uncertain either of failure or of finding a place in your heart and affection, which point has certainly kept me for some time from naming you my mistress, since if you only love me with an ordinary love the name is not appropriate to you, seeing that it stands for an uncommon position very remote from the ordinary; but if it pleases you to do the duty of a true, loyal mistress and friend, and to give yourself body and heart to me, who have been, and will be, your very loyal servant (if your rigour does not forbid me), I promise you that not only the name will be due to you, but also to take you as my sole mistress, casting off all others than yourself out of mind and affection, and to serve you only; begging you to make me a complete reply to this my rude letter as to how far and in what I can trust; and if it does not please you to reply in writing, to let me know of some place where I can have it by word of mouth, the which place I will seek out with all my heart. No more for fear of wearying you. Written by the hand of him who would willingly remain yours.

    King Henry VIII


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    thone se jane 50 me te mirat:

    Zelda Fitzgerald to Scott Fitzgerald
    Michelangelo Buonarroti to Vittoria Colonna
    Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart to Constanze Mozart
    Harry Truman to Bess Wallace
    Khalil Gibran to Mary Haskell
    Benjamin Franklin to Madame Brillon
    Horatio Nelson to Emma Hamilton
    George Bush to Barbara Pierce
    Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn
    Elizabeth Barrett Browning to George Barrett
    Jack London to Anna Strunsky
    Marc Chagall to Bella Chagall
    Ernest Hemingway to Mary Welsh
    Jack Kerouac to Sebastian Sampas
    Alfred Dreyfus to Lucie Dreyfus
    Marjorie Fossa to Elvis Presley
    Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf
    Virginia Woolf to Vita Sackville-West
    Ludwig van Beethoven to the “Immortal Beloved”
    Emma Goldman to Ben Reitman
    Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera
    Dylan Thomas to Caitlin Thomas
    Franz Kafka to Felice Bauer
    Napoleon Bonaparte to Josephine Bonaparte
    Abigail Smith to John Adams
    John Ruskin to Euphemia Ruskin
    George Sand to Gustave Flaubert
    Simone de Beauvoir to Nelson Algren
    Anaïs Nin to Henry Miller
    Voltaire to Marie Louise Denis
    James Thurber to Eva Prout
    George Bernard Shaw to Stella Campbell
    Sarah Bernhardt to Jean Richepin
    Marcel Proust to Daniel Halevy
    Frank Lloyd Wright to Maude Miriam Noel
    Anne Sexton to Philip Legler
    Elizabeth I to Thomas Seymour
    Oscar Wilde to Constance Lloyd
    Katherine Mansfield to John Middleton Maury
    Charles Parnell to Katherine O’Shea
    Lewis Carroll to Clara Cunnyngham
    wrong verb

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