Whiter Shade Of Pale ~François, Duc de La Rochefoucauld,

spilling crimson says....AFrançois, Duc de La Rochefoucauld

The pleasure of love is in loving.

The height of cleverness is to be able to conceal it.

The passions are the only orators that always persuade.

The passions often engender their contraries.

Nothing is less sincere than our mode of asking and giving advice. He who asks seems to have a deference for the opinion of his friend, while he only aims to get approval of his own and make his friend responsible for his action. And he who gives advice repays the confidence supposed to be placed in him by a seemingly disinterested zeal, while he seldom means anything by his advice but his own interest or reputation.

Emily Dickinson Quite Empty Quite at Rest

spilling crimson says

After great pain, a formal feeling comes. The Nerves sit ceremonious, like tombs.
Emily Dickinson



....Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Emily Dickinson

I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU~The End of the Affair~

spilling crimson says....The truth has never been of any real value to any human being - it is a symbol for mathematicians and philosophers to pursue. In human relations kindness and lies are worth a thousand truths.

“A story has no beginning or end: arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.” 


― Graham Greene, The End of the Affair

“Insecurity is the worst sense that lovers feel; sometimes the most humdrum desireless marriage seems better. Insecurity twists meanings and poisons trust.”

“I measured love by the extent of my jealousy.” 

“I became aware that our love was doomed; love had turned into a love affair with a beginning and an end. I could name the very moment when it had begun, and one day I knew I should be able to name the final hour. When she left the house I couldn't settle to work. I would reconstruct what we had said to each other; I would fan myself into anger or remorse. And all the time I knew I was forcing the pace. I was pushing, pushing the only thing I loved out of my life. As long as I could make believe that love lasted I was happy; I think I was even good to live with, and so love did last. But if love had to die, I wanted it to die quickly. It was as though our love were a small creature caught in a trap and bleeding to death; I had to shut my eyes and wring its neck.” 

“If I'm a bitch and a fake, is there nobody who will love a bitch and a fake?” 

“Pain is easy to write. In pain we're all happily individual. But what can one write about happiness?” 

“And there, in that phrase, the bitterness leaks again out of my pen. What a dull lifeless quality this bitterness is. If I could I would write with love, but if I could write with love I would be another man; I would never have lost love.” 

“I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.” 

“When I began to write our story down, I thought I was writing a record of hate, but somehow the hate has got mislaid and all I know is that in spite of her mistakes and her unreliability, she was better than most. It's just as well that one of us should believe in her: she never did in herself.” 

Look for me . Do not stop .(cercami-Renato Zero)

spilling crimson says....Inno alla vita.....grande poesia
Look for me 
as when and where you want 
Look for me 
is easier than ever before 
Look for me 
not only in need 
You find me 
with the desire and commitment 
reinventami 
If I want to 
look for me more then 
I'll come back 
if you return you 
have intrusive been 
too I know 
the clown of all time 
also But this was love 
This life has already punished  
too many truths  
that are left inside 
Now that effort that you 
pretend it is the joy 
bitter disillusionment as 
I am here 
insultami, feriscimi 
am so 
you take me or remove me 
so now 
you are mine say that man ever 
you expect 
I will drink 
the insecurity that give me 
my soul 
will silence her as well 
If ever I live 
in this underground  
forever 
Trust 
who have a weight of my years 
Trust 
that surprised you do not 
have what you see 
I claims have not 
you believe me if you really 
stop to look out not 
this life has already punished  
Dissatisfaction here 
easily reached He's got 
so little skilful we 
never doubt for 
an indecent liberties 
I am here 
I will serve you just 
will not stay 
a reserve this no 
After you 
what other alternative 
can save us 
I'm staying 
put at risk my days 
so uncomfortable 
because I can not keep silent 
now know 
without a motive 
would not live 
anyway 
Look for me 
Look for me 
Do not stop 
Do not stop

Monaco

♫Monaco - Jean Francois Maurice♫