| gudrības |
[Mar. 30th, 2010|02:23 pm] |
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| | slapji mati, lietus gāzes | ] |
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| | black rebel motorcycle club - done all wrong | ] |
"'I could not love thee, Dear, so much, loved I not Honour more.' That's a pat speech, isn't it? Certainly better than anything I can think up myself, at the present moment. For I do love you, Scarlett, in spite of what I said that night on the porch last month."
/Rhett Buttler in Margaret Mitchell's "Gone With The Wind"/
atradu no kurienes viņš to izrāva..
To Lucasta, Going to the Wars
Tell me not, sweet, I am unkind
That from nunnery
Of thy chaste breast and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.
True, a mew mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.
Yet this inconstancy is such
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, dear, so much,
Loved I not honor more.
/Richard Lovelace/ |
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| stpc |
[Mar. 30th, 2010|02:42 pm] |
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| | biš sausāki mati, lietus gāzes | ] |
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| | blue october - quiet mind [nez kāpēc?] | ] |
no visām savām 150 vēlmēm es dabūju pilnā mērā un ļoti satisfying was it - matu plīvošanu vējā.
it was rīlī nāis..
šodien gan līst un kā vēl. |
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