I wish I could talk to you. Get to know you and talk to you. However, I am shy. I would like your opinion on my relationship, and with your perspective of love, I feel like you'd offer rich advise. Anyway, I hope you have a good day! (:

Write me because I will answer you for sure, privately. Write me because I will read your message almost as though it is my message to myself. Write me because maybe my words will be helpful for you. Write me because maybe your words will be helpful for me.

I hope you have a wonderful day xx

"Your voice sounds completely different in different languages. It alters your personality somehow. I don’t think people get the same feeling from you. The rhythm changes. Because the rhythm of the language is different, it changes your inner rhythm and that changes how you process everything.
When I hear myself speak French, I look at myself differently. Certain aspects will feel closer to the way I feel or the way I am and others won’t. I like that—to tour different sides of yourself. I often find when looking at people who are comfortable in many languages, they’re more comfortable talking about emotional stuff in a certain language or political stuff in another and that’s really interesting, how people relate to those languages."

―François Arnaud, for Interview Magazine
"- You know, Cat.. There are a lot of moments that make life worth living.
- Yes, but between these moments I wanna die for several times."

―The Cat by Oleg Tischenkov
I am completely intrigued with your blog. And one's blog can say a lot about themselves. And perhaps that is why I am in awe with you. You see like a very interesting person who strongly believes in love. And well, nowadays, that's rare. And I admire that. I have been called a "hopeless romantic"- that I fail to realize that love isn't real and that if you fall in love you're just bound to get hurt. But it's nice to see that someone else believes in it as much as I do. You're wonderful.

Are you aware that you are the miracle? You took some of your time to write me these words which, ultimately, turned into strong and deep feelings to me. Thank you for this. You are incredibly wonderful.

I remember that long after my grandfather’s death, visiting a cemetery was always an important event for my grandma. At these days she used to put her the most beautiful dress on, a bit of make up and smile. She called this a ‘date with my one’.

We love someone even when this person has passed away. Love is stronger than death, stronger than anything. It’s obvious. I don’t know how love ends. If it ends, apparently, this was not love.

"Is it splendid, or stupid, to take life seriously?"
―Gustave Flaubert 
"A well-chosen book saves you from everything, including yourself."
―Daniel Pennac
"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
―The Little Prince 
"If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you."