In the mood for love

О том, что одновременно просто и сложно, что внутри и вокруг, о необъятном и необъяснимом — о любви. К себе, другим, природе, маленьким моментам, эмоциям, ощущениям. К жизни.

Подлинное открытие не в том, чтобы обнаружить новые земли, но в том, чтобы видеть мир новыми глазами.

Марсель Пруст

Когда мы с Мэгги поженились 60 лет назад, у нас не было денег. На нашем банковском счету было 8 долларов. Первые два года у нас даже не было телефона. Мы снимали крошечную квартирку в Венисе, по соседству с бензозаправкой. Там на стене и висел мой первый телефон. Я выбегал к нему, брал трубку, а люди думали, что звонят мне домой. Не было даже телефона, что уж говорить о машине. Но знаете, что у нас было? Любовь.


Рэй Брэдбери

You’re going to realize it one day — that happiness was never about your job, or your degree, or being in a relationship. Happiness was never about following in the footsteps of all of those who came before you, it was never about being like the others. One day, you’re going to see it — that happiness was always about the discovery, the hope, the listening to your heart and following it wherever it chose to go. Happiness was always about being kinder to yourself, it was always about embracing the person you were becoming. One day, you will understand. That happiness was always about learning how to live with yourself, that happiness was never in the hands of other people. It was always about you. It was always about you.


Bianca Sparacino

You'd tell me secrets, in the form of kisses. Sweet, like the first morning winter gives the wind back to spring, and warm like the words you'd speak in quiet whisper, your lips rubbing my ear, causing my skin and spine to beg you not to go.


She was beautiful, but not like those girls in the magazines. She was beautiful, for the way she thought. She was beautiful, for the sparkle in her eyes when she talked about something she loved. She was beautiful, for her ability to make other people smile, even if she was sad. No, she wasn't beautiful for something as temporary as her looks. She was beautiful, deep down to her soul. She is beautiful.

F. Scott Fitzgerald