March 2012
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“God whispers to us in our pleasures, speaks to us in our conscience, but shouts...”
– CS LEWIS
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emilyaverill: It’s Always Like Springtime With You
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emeline: My heart commands the weather. And words... →
emilyaverill: My heart commands the weather. And words literally rule my life. I think stories are actually the biggest love affair my soul will ever have. I don’t think my heart will ever feel about a boy the same way it does about words. I used to wonder if my obsession with them was healthy— and then it… SAYS IT ALL
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Mar 21st
Prisen for kærlighed koster MEGET kommunikation
Jo mere forskellige to parter/venner/kærester/ægtefolk er, jo mere uenighed, jo mere kontrasterende personligheder des bedre skal k o m m u n i k a t i o n e n være… Des mere skal de være committede til at kommunikere, tit, ofte, skarpt, ufølsomt, nøgternt, konstruktivt, løsningsorienteret, des mere skal de søge at forstå & accceptere & elske hinanden… De selvsamme ting som...
Mar 21st
“Oh, the comfort, the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person, having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all out, just as they are, chaff and grain together, certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and with a breath of kindness blow the rest away.” George Elliot
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K æ r l i g h e d
Lad mig være så tæt på dig, som var jeg stemplet på dit hjerte, eller sad som en ring på din finger. For kærligheden er stærk som døden, lidenskaben er uimodståelig som dødsriget selv: den brænder med voldsomme flammer, som ikke kan slukkes. Vand i mængde kan ikke slukke kærligheden, floder kan ikke skylle den bort. Men solgte man alt, hvad man ejede, for at købe sig kærlighed, ville man...
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