雜誌上的某位作者說, 愛情是有生命的. 正因為如此, 愛也會像人一樣有生老病死. 愛, 是會死的. 為甚麼有些人就是不能接受這麼簡單的定律?
我很想問一問作者, 那麼愛情為何非要死在我們的前頭, 而不能等到我們死後再死呢? 是我們太長壽, 還是愛情本該短命?
朋友越洋打來電話, 聊聊幾句就點中我的死穴. 早知道是自己的心結, 要靠自己來克服. 擺脫陰影, 不要再給自己藉口. 那跟任何人都沒有關係, 不要再說是某某某, 不要再怪季節. 不是某段回憶, 也不是某些片段. 通通不是!
是心魔, 是血液裡的病毒, 是DNA. 惡性循環. 所以, 可否戰勝自己? 不被控制, 也不操控外在, 只把握自己?
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without love human has meaningless. I believe love will not die. I have my great relatives they past away and I still love them in my heart. That love probably different to man and woman love but forever.
The fate you never know and we only have limit life but love can last forever
No sure you know Vincent van Gogh his life or not but I really want to share with you. Vincent copied few sentenced by French scholar Joseph Ernest Renan in a postscript to one of his letters to Theo (Vincent Brother): "To act well in this world one must sacrifice all personal desires. Man is not on this earh merely to be happy, nor even simply to be honest. He is there to realize great things for humanity, to attain nobility and to surmount the vulgarity of nearly every individual.' This could have been an epigraph to the story of van Gogh's life; however, nobady, not even Vincent himself, was aware of that yet.
For me that great thing may defininte as love, dream or....
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