Weekly Quotes =)

The evil of the world is made possible by nothing but the sanction you give it.

--Ayn Rand


It is easier to get forgiveness than to get permission.

Weekly Quote

"Should have known you'd bring me heart ache.. Almost lovers always do"

&

"I can not wake up in the morning without you on my mind.
You're gone and I'm haunted..
but I'm sure you are just fine.
Did I make it that easy..
To walk in and out of my life.."


I know, a little deep this time around.
Do not worry..
I wont be jumping off any roof tops. I swear!
lmao!

Poem of the Week

I want you to know one thing.

You know how this is:

if I look at the crystal moon,

at the red branch of the slow autumn at my window,

if I touch near the fire

the impalpable ash or the wrinkled body of the log,

everything carries me to you,

as if everything that exists,

aromas, light, metals,

were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.

Well, now,

if little by little you stop loving me

I shall stop loving you little by little.

If suddenly you forget me

do not look for me,

for I shall already have forgotten you.

If you think it long and mad,

the wind of banners that passes through my life,

and you decide to leave me at the shore of the heart where I have roots,

remember that on that day,

at that hour,

I shall lift my arms and my roots will set off

to seek another land.

But if each day,

each hour,

you feel that you are destined for me with implacable sweetness,

if each day a flower climbs up to your lips to seek me,

ah my love, ah my own,

in me all that fire is repeated,

in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten,

my love feeds on your love,

beloved,

and as long as you live it will be in your arms

without leaving mine

If You Forget Me

by Pablo Neruda

Poem of the Week

I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.

I love you only because it's you the one I love;
I hate you deeply, and hating you
Bend to you, and the measure of my changing love for you
Is that I do not see you but love you blindly.

Maybe January light will consume
My heart with its cruel
Ray, stealing my key to true calm.

In this part of the story I am the one who
Dies, the only one, and I will die of love because I love you,
Because I love you, Love, in fire and blood.



I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You
by Pablo Neruda