"Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
For the past two months, I lived to being a different person too. And you know what? Most people didn't even see a difference.
Which makes me wonder: why do we all try so much to be loved, when in fact it's not a function of ourselves, but of the disposition of those who love?
Missing today: the mouse and the deer and the ant and the monkey. It's been a long time since I blogged about them.
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Albert Einstein: "Imagination is more important than knowledge".
Jane Austen: "Maybe it's our imperfections that make us so perfect for each other."
Oscar Wilde: "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
Jane Austen: "Maybe it's our imperfections that make us so perfect for each other."
Oscar Wilde: "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."
3 comments:
de aia esti tuh la mine in blogroll trecuta "restless bob"...
nu stiu de ce am simtit furie cand ti-am citit postul. poate pt ca speram ca stii ca nu esti iubit doar cand tuh te simti yourself, ci si atunci cand te simti "another person".
si nu stiu de ce sunt furioasa in continuare si am sters de vreo 3 ori si am rescris acest comment... inca ma mai gandesc.
you're back ... muhahaha ... with bloging
vad ca descoperi ca: sa fii diferit nu tine prea mult ... o pierdere de timp dupa mine ... si realizarea unei inselaciuni ..
primu citat e bun ... pentru ca ce spui tu ma face sa-mi aduc aminte de vorbele lui paler ... nu poti sa pretinzi sa fii iubit ... poti doar sa iubesti ... si tot ce iese de aici ... e nedeterminat ...
puiule, dar tocmai asta e ideea, ca in noi se petrec toate schimbarile astea si suntem nesiguri si tristi si singuri si veseli si ocupati si furiosi si blinzi si zimbitori si indragostiti si bolnavi si ginditori si rai - si pana la urma nu conteaza, pentru ca suntem iubiti oricum, de cine stie sa vada dincolo de toate astea.
baloane de hubba bubba, pina la urma.
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