"Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.'-H. L. Mencken
"Love is like war: easy to begin but very hard to stop.'-H. L. Mencken
The quality of your life depends on how you love the things you do, how you do the things you love and how you love the ones who love you.
"In a time of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act." - George Orwell
Mos shkruaj gjė kur je me nerva, sepse, ndėrsa plaga e gjuhės ėshtė mė e keqe se e shpatės, mendo ēka mund tė jetė ajo e pendės
These letters, too, were like a dream. We sometimes have strange, impossible dreams, contrary to all the laws of nature. When we awake we remember them and wonder at their strangeness. You remember, perhaps, that you were in full possession of your reason during this succession of fantastic images; even that you acted with extraordinary logic and cunning while surrounded by murderers who hid their intentions and made great demonstrations of friendship, while wainting for an opportunity to cut your throat. You remember how you escaped them by some ingenious stratagem; then you doubted if they were really deceived, or whether they were only pretending not to know your hiding-place; than you thought of another plan and hoodwinked them once again. You remember all this quite clearly, but how is it that your reason calmly accepted all the manifest absurdities and impossibilities that crowded into your dream? One of the murderers suddenly changed into a woman before your very eyes; than the woman was transformed into a hideous, cunning little dwarf; and you believed it, and accepted it all almost as a matter of course while at the same time your intelligence seemed unusually keen, and accomplished miracles of cunning, and logic! Why is it that when you awake to the world of realities you nearly always feel, sometimes very vividly, that the vanished dream has carried with it some enigma which you have failed to solve? You smile at the extravagance of your dream, and yet you feel that this tissue of absurdity contained some real idea, something that belongs to your true life, something that exists, and has always existed, in your heart. You search your dream for some prophecy that you were expecting. It has left a deep impression upon you, joyful or cruel, but what it means, or what has been predicted to you in it, you can neither understand nor remember.
“Life is a sum of all your choices.” - Albert Camus
“In the long run, we shape our lives, and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility.” - Eleanor Roosevelt
Mos shkruaj gjė kur je me nerva, sepse, ndėrsa plaga e gjuhės ėshtė mė e keqe se e shpatės, mendo ēka mund tė jetė ajo e pendės
You can't live a perfect day without doing something for someone who will never be able to repay you...... John Wooden
"Effort creates intelligence."
"This is the real problem of philosophy, the unending purposiveness of organisms and the unconsciousness in their coming to be" - Nietzsche
ta kete thene kte ky rrota, valle?! ...kaq thjeshtesi "feminore" ne logjike nuk i'a kisha rastisur me pare! Kur e ka shkruar kete s'i paskesh ik 'zari" akoma brej tunxh! them se kjo lloj dileme do ja kete pas zbilluar "motorrin" Individualist i papam ka ken qeni!
"If you are going through hell, keep going." W. Churchill
But again, truth be told, if you're looking for the guilty you need only look into a mirror. ...
"You know you're in love when you don't wanna go to sleep at night because your life is better than a dream"
"Effort creates intelligence."
“Do not wish to be anything but what you are, and try to be that perfectly” - St. Francis de Sales
Mos shkruaj gjė kur je me nerva, sepse, ndėrsa plaga e gjuhės ėshtė mė e keqe se e shpatės, mendo ēka mund tė jetė ajo e pendės
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