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<title><![CDATA[आज ]]></title>
<link>http://painofheart.wordpress.com/?p=117</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 05 Jul 2008 04:37:34 +0000</pubDate>
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आज

 




जैसे कुछ दिल बदल गया हो आज,

यार ख़]]></description>
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<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://bikhreyseafsaney.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_30.html">आज</a></h3>
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</span><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>जैसे कुछ दिल बदल गया हो आज,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>यार ख़ुद से बहल गया हो आज,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>तुम अगर सुन नही रहे हो बात,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>मेरा दिल क्यूँ मचल गया हो आज ?<br />
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>क्या पता खत लिख नही पाता,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>या नई चाल चल गया हो आज,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>क्यूँ ये मौसम भी खुशगवार नही,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>हवा का रुख बदल गया हो आज !<br />
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>एक नशा था उतर नही पाता,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>तेरे रुख से संभल गया हो आज,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>क्यूँ ये मुझ से ही हो नहीं पाता,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>कोई दिल से निकल गया हो आज !<br />
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तुम को चाहा है तुम से प्यार किया,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>प्यार सदियों का मिल गया हो आज,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>मालिकुल्मौत आए गर दानी,</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>मौत का वक्त टल गया हो आज </em></span><a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y79sEdHYeo4/SGmkGgEdvoI/AAAAAAAABbA/Yy9idQdF_vI/s1600-h/CAEZA1ZB.jpg"><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_y79sEdHYeo4/SGmkGgEdvoI/AAAAAAAABbA/Yy9idQdF_vI/s400/CAEZA1ZB.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="139" height="149" /></em></span></a>!</div>
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<title><![CDATA[i can listen to love songs again]]></title>
<link>http://marfometer.wordpress.com/?p=35</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 18:50:44 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[even the eagles. without crying.
but some people&#8217;s voices can still easily move me to tears]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>even the eagles. without crying.</p>
<p>but some people's voices can still easily move me to tears--carrie underwood's "i know you won't" and once i heard her sing "the sound of music," oh my--it's embarrassing sometimes but the beauty just releases the tears.</p>
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<p>here are some of my fav love songs:</p>
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<p>cher - the way of love<br />
eagles - desperado, love will keep us alive, [more to follow]<br />
barbara streisand - the way we were<br />
bette midler - the rose<br />
john hiatt - angel eyes<br />
roy rogers - my lost home in your arms<br />
michael jackson - ben<br />
elton john/<a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bernie_Taupin">bernie taupin</a> - your song<br />
[more to follow...this is gonna be a long list! omg i just thought of musicals too]</p>
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<title><![CDATA[बात बनाऊं कैसे " ]]></title>
<link>http://painofheart.wordpress.com/?p=116</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 04 Jul 2008 03:17:11 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[
&#8220;बात बनाऊं कैसे &#8220;

 




तुम अगर रूठ गय]]></description>
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<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://bikhreyseafsaney.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_24.html">"बात बनाऊं कैसे "</a></h3>
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<div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">तुम अगर रूठ गयी हो तो मनाऊं कैसे,</span></span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">बात जो मुझ से नही बनती बनाऊं कैसे..</span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">इन्हीं फिकरों मैं मेरी रात कटी जाती है,</span></span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">दिले-ऐ-बरबाद की तन्हाई हटाऊँ कैसे..</span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">वो जो मिलता है सदियों में एक बार मुझे,</span></span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">उसका हर बार ही इक वार बचौऊँ कैसे...</span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">अपना दिल उसकी मोहब्बत में मैं हार चुका,</span></span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">नक्श अनमिट हैं अब इनको मिटाऊँ कैसे...</span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">नहीं अब फिर से नहीं यह नही होने दूँगा,</span></span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">और तडपुं और पूछूं उसे पाऊँ कैसे...</span></span></em></div>
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<em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">वो जो आया है तो अब उसको नहीं जाने दूँगा,</span></span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="font-size:85%;color:#cc33cc;"><span style="font-size:small;">लोग पूछेंगे के मैं उस से मिला हूँ कैसे???????</span></span></em><img style="display:block;cursor:hand;text-align:center;margin:0 auto 10px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_y79sEdHYeo4/SGCeFUyU8wI/AAAAAAAABQ0/JdcEjfzdau4/s200/CAG8DZXN.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></div>
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<title><![CDATA[Yanni - Love Songs]]></title>
<link>http://newageuploads.wordpress.com/2008/07/01/yanni-love-songs/</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 01 Jul 2008 12:01:55 +0000</pubDate>
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  Artist: YanniAlbum: Love Songs
 Tracklist :


In The Morning Light
So Long My Friend
To The One ]]></description>
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<blockquote> <span style="font-size:130%;"> Artist: Yanni<br>Album: Love Songs<br></span></p></blockquote>
<p> <a href='http://www.getmp3here.com/release.php?ms_releaseid=18047'><img src='http://www.mp3sale.ru/imag/200x200/18047.jpg'></a><br><span style="font-size:130%;"><span style="font-weight:bold;">Tracklist :<br />
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<li>In The Morning Light</li>
<li>So Long My Friend</li>
<li>To The One Who Knows</li>
<li>Almost A Whisper</li>
<li>Before I Go</li>
<li>In The Mirror</li>
<li>First Touch</li>
<li>Enchantment</li>
<li>Felitsa</li>
<li>Secret Vows</li>
<li>Whispers In The Dark</li>
<li>To Take...To Hold</li>
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<div style="text-align:center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><a href='http://www.getmp3here.com/release.php?ms_releaseid=18047'><span style="font-weight:bold;">Download Yanni - Love Songs</span></a></span></div>
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<title><![CDATA["तुम्हें पा रहा हूँ" ]]></title>
<link>http://painofheart.wordpress.com/?p=113</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 04:50:12 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;तुम्हें पा रहा हूँ&#8221;



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तुम्हें ख]]></description>
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<em><span style="color:#990000;">तुम्हें खो रहा हूँ तुम्हें पा रहा हूँ,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">लगातार ख़ुद को मैं समझा रहा हूँ....</span></em></div>
<div><em><br />
<span style="color:#990000;">ना जाने अचानक कहाँ मिल गयीं तुम,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">मैं दिन रात तुमको हे दोहरा रहा हूँ........</span></em></div>
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<span style="color:#990000;">शमा बन के तुम सामने जल रही हो,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">मैं परवाना हूँ और जला जा रहा हूँ ....</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color:#990000;">तुम्हारी जुदाई का ग़म पी रहा हूँ,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">युगों से मैं यूँ ही चला जा रहा हूँ...</span></em></div>
<div><em><br />
<span style="color:#990000;">अभी तो भटकती ही राहों में उलझा,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">नहीं जानता मैं कहाँ जा रहा हूँ....</span></em></div>
<div><em><br />
<span style="color:#990000;">नज़र में मेरे बस तुम्हारा है चेहरा,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">नज़र से नज़र में समां जा रहा हूँ......</span></em></div>
<div><em><br />
<span style="color:#990000;">बेकली बढ़ गयी है सुकून खो गया है,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">तुझे याद कर मैं तड़प जा रहा हूँ..........</span></em></div>
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<span style="color:#990000;">कहाँ हो छुपी अब तो आ जाओ ना तुम,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#990000;">मैं आवाज़ देता चला जा रह हूँ ........<br />
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<link>http://painofheart.wordpress.com/?p=112</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 30 Jun 2008 04:46:42 +0000</pubDate>
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&#8220;जिदगी भर यही सोचता रह गया&#8221;











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<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">मुझसे मुंह मोड़ कर तुम को जाते हुए,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">मूक दर्शक बना देखता रह गया ,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">क्या मिला था तुम्हें दिल मेरा तोड़ कर,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">जिंदगी भर यही सोचता रह गया ???</span></em></div>
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</span><span style="color:#cc33cc;">भूलने के लिये तुमको हम ने जतन,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">क्या नहीं हैं किये ए जान-ऐ-मन,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">उतने ही याद आये हो तुम रात दिन,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">अपनी यादों से मैं जूझता रह गया???</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">रास्ता जब बनी रास्ते की गली,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">मैं जो गुजरा कभी धडकने बढ़ गयी, </span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">एक खिड़की खुली और तुम्हें देख कर,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">मैं जहाँ पर खडा था खडा रह गया???</span></em></div>
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<em>"<span style="color:#993399;">जिदगी भर यही सोचता रह गया" </span></em></div>
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<title><![CDATA[Collective Soul 'Afterwords' album review]]></title>
<link>http://nightmaircreative.wordpress.com/?p=3</link>
<pubDate>Sun, 29 Jun 2008 03:47:20 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[I&#8217;m new to Collective Soul, only having hear their &#8216;Disciplined Breakdown&#8217; album p]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I'm new to Collective Soul, only having hear their 'Disciplined Breakdown' album previously. This new album is just as Ed Roland describes it; it's a love album.</p>
<p>On first listen, you'd brush some of the songs off as too simplistic, ballads, or just pure radio edit versions, but if you listen again; to the lyrics, to the thoughts behind the words, and to the depth and overlay of the instruments the band is playing, you begin to realize how good this band really is.</p>
<p>The album starts out strong with 'New Vibration'; a rocking tune that gets the blood pumping and toes tapping.</p>
<p>'What Can I Give You' is a love song from lead singer Ed Roland to his wife and it's solid without being sappy or syprupy.</p>
<p>'Never Here Alone' has Roland singing about his deceased father but although it starts out somewhat sad, it ends with hope; "I'm starting back where love begins, Gonna get me those blue skies, those blue skies again"</p>
<p>'Bearing Witness' has mixes of spiritual and personal elements, and what I get from the song is that he's head over heels in love with his wife, and is bearing witness to that love by keeping his marriage vows pure while he's away on tour. There are other elements in this song, but its a definite love song and a public declaration I think.<span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"> </span>It's my favorite song on the album.</p>
<p>'All That I Know' and 'Hollywood' are the two most radio friendly tunes on the album. 'All that I know' is hip, pop, and makes you want to sing along. 'Hollywood' is the one song that doesn't seem to fit on this album, especially if you view the entire album as a testiment to love and relationships.</p>
<p>'I Dont Need Anymore Friends' is guitarist Joel Kosche's first foray into lead singer and he has a fantastic voice. It's strong and melodic and he needs to sing more often!</p>
<p>'Good Morning After All' is a bittersweet song. It's a testiment to Ed and brother Dean's mother, and the daily struggles she faced after the death of her spouse. They lost a father, but she lost a husband. It's a hopeful song too though - as you listen to the lyrics it shows how their mother still had/has her faith and the will to carry on. It's also a song of respect - the respect Ed has for his mother, and how he sees her as a person, not just his mom.</p>
<p>'Persuasion of You' is my least favorite song off the album, mainly due to the sound of it, and 'Georgia Girl' is a bluesy sounding tune that you have to listen to more than once to find the message.</p>
<p>The album ends (fittingly I thought) with 'Adored.' It's almost totally accoustic; just the singer and a guitar or two. In it, Ed gives recognition to the fact that he has a good life with people that love him, speaks about not taking anything for granted, and how the love of his life keeps his head screwed on straight by telling him to count his blessings when he feels the world crushing in on him.</p>
<p>This entire album is a glimpse into the heart and mind of Ed, and to a lesser degree the rest of the band. On the surface it's a pop album and people will get some great tunes from it. Look a little deeper and you will come away with a sense of hope and joy and realizing that this band is anything but ordinary.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Love Quotes]]></title>
<link>http://basitlhr.wordpress.com/?p=27</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 07:49:04 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove  							than the hunger for bread.  ~Mother Te]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="font-family:georgia,bookman old style,palatino linotype,book antiqua,palatino,trebuchet ms,helvetica,garamond,sans-serif,arial,verdana,avante garde,century gothic,comic sans ms,times,times new roman,serif;">The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove  							than the hunger for bread.  ~Mother Teresa</p>
<p>Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in  							love.  ~Albert Einstein</p>
<p>There is no surprise more magical than the surprise  							of being loved.  It is God's finger on man's  							shoulder.  ~Charles Morgan</p>
<p>You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love;  							the running across fields into your lover's arms can  							only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if  							you trip.  ~Jonathan Carroll, "Outside the Dog  							Museum"</p>
<p>Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.  ~Ovid<!--QSO--></p>
<p>Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the  							problem of human existence.  ~Eric Fromm</p>
<p>Love has no desire but to fulfill itself.  To  							melt and be like a running brook that sings its  							melody to the night.  To wake at dawn with a  							winged heart and give thanks for another day of  							loving.  ~Kahlil Gibran</p>
<p>Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert  							Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as  							Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as  							athletic as Jimmy Conners.  Love is when you  							realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart  							as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as  							athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert  							Redford - but you'll take him anyway.  ~Judith  							Viorst, <em>Redbook</em>, 1975</p>
<p>Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve  							continuation of the species.  ~W. Somerset  							Maugham, <em>A Writer's Notebook</em>, 1949</p>
<p>Life has taught us that love does not consist in  							gazing at each other but in looking outward together  							in the same direction.  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, 							<em>Wind, Sand and Stars</em>, 1939, translated from  							French by Lewis Galantière<!--GPA--></p>
<p>When love is not madness, it is not love.   							~Pedro Calderon de la Barca</p>
<p>Let your love be like the misty rains, coming  							softly, but flooding the river.  ~Malagasy  							Proverb<!--CD--></p>
<p>You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, she  							is beautiful because you love her.  ~Author  							Unknown</p>
<p>For you see, each day I love you more<br />
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.<br />
~Rosemonde Gerard</p>
<p>Forget love - I'd rather fall in chocolate!   							~Sandra J. Dykes</p>
<p>Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm,  							but willing to draw blood in its defense.   							~Mark Overby</p>
<p>Love is a symbol of eternity.  It wipes out all  							sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning  							and all fear of an end.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly  							desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the  							brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood  							pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.   							~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth  							his torments willingly.  ~Proverb<!--QNFQ--></p>
<p>The lover is a monotheist who knows that other  							people worship different gods but cannot himself  							imagine that there could be other gods.  ~Theodor  							Reik, <em>Of Love and Lust</em>, 1957<!--WLBUQ--></p>
<p>Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look  							which becomes a habit.  ~Peter Ustinov<!--FD--></p>
<p>Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.   							~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The Second Neurotic's  							Notebook</em>, 1966<!--CSN--></p>
<p>Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,<br />
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.<br />
~William Shakespeare, <em>Mid-Summer Night's Dream</em>,  							1595<!--WLBUQ--></p>
<p>The art of love... is largely the art of  							persistence.  ~Albert Ellis</p>
<p>Love one another and you will be happy.  It's  							as simple and as difficult as that.  ~Michael  							Leunig</p>
<p>Who would give a law to lovers?  Love is unto  							itself a higher law.  ~Boethius, <em>The  							Consolation of Philosophy</em>, A.D. 524<!--WLBUQ--></p>
<p>Who, being loved, is poor?  ~Oscar Wilde</p>
<p>Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.   							~Henry David Thoreau</p>
<p>Without love, what are we worth?  Eighty-nine  							cents!  Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals  							walking around lonely.  ~Laurence Marks, <em> M*A*S*H</em>, "Love Story," original air date 7  							January 1973, spoken by the character Hawkeye</p>
<p>A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never  							outgrows it.  ~Frank A. Clark</p>
<p>Shall we compare our hearts to a garden -<br />
with beautiful blooms, straggling weeds,<br />
swooping birds and sunshine, rain -<br />
and most importantly, seeds.<br />
~Grey Livingston</p>
<p>Love is the condition in which the happiness of  							another person is essential to your own.   							~Robert Heinlein</p>
<p>The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a  							perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain  							singing to it.  You and you alone make me feel  							that I am alive.  Other men it is said have  							seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art  							enough.  ~George Moore</p>
<p>We loved with a love that was more than love.   							~Edgar Allan Poe</p>
<p>If I love you, what business is it of yours?   							~Johann Wolfgang von Goethe</p>
<p>The hardest-learned lesson:  that people have  							only their kind of love to give, not our kind.   							~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The Neurotic's Notebook</em>,  							1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>Absence diminishes small loves and increases great  							ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the  							bonfire.  ~François Duc de La Rochefoucauld</p>
<p>My debt to you, Belovèd,<br />
Is one I cannot pay<br />
In any coin of any realm<br />
On any reckoning day.<br />
~Jessie B. Rittenhouse<!--QSO--></p>
<p>We choose those we like; with those we love, we have  							no say in the matter.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em> The Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree  							but to hold hands.  ~Quoted by Alexandra Penney  							in <em>Self</em></p>
<p>Love is, above all, the gift of oneself.  ~Jean  							Anouilh<!--RDM--></p>
<p>When a man is in love or in debt, someone else has  							the advantage.  ~Bill Balance</p>
<p>Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers  							to be silly.  ~Rose Franken</p>
<p>Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own  							hat.  ~Ben Hecht</p>
<p>A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,<br />
A song is no song 'til you sing it,<br />
And love in your heart<br />
Wasn’t put there to stay -<br />
Love isn’t love<br />
'Til you give it away.<br />
~Oscar Hammerstein, <em>Sound of Music</em>, "You Are  							Sixteen (Reprise)"<br />
<em>(Thanks, Krystel)</em></p>
<p>Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and  							lilies.  ~Swedish Proverb</p>
<p>Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for  							those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too  							short for those who rejoice, but for those who love,  							time is eternity.  ~Henry Van Dyke</p>
<p>Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile  							accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a  							holding pattern over Philadelphia.  ~Judith  							Viorst, <em>Redbook</em>, 1975</p>
<p>Passion makes the world go round.  Love just  							makes it a safer place.  ~Ice T, <em>The Ice  							Opinion</em>, quoted in <em>Reader's Digest</em>,  							"Quotable Quotes," February 2002</p>
<p>Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by  							expenses.  ~Lord Dewar</p>
<p>When you're in love you never really know whether  							your elation comes from the qualities of the one you  							love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the  							light which surrounds her like a halo comes from  							you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.   							~Natalie Clifford Barney</p>
<p>Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.   							~Rabindranath Tagore</p>
<p>Love burns across the infinitude.  ~Meriel  							Stelliger</p>
<p>It is astonishing how little one feels alone when  							one loves.  ~John Bulwer</p>
<p>'Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our  							coming, and look brighter when we come.  ~Lord  							Byron</p>
<p>A hundred hearts would be too few<br />
To carry all my love for you.<br />
~Author Unknown<!--CD--></p>
<p>Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while  							she mops up the floor after her husband has walked  							across it in his barn boots.  ~Author unknown,  							as printed in <em>The Hoosier Farmer</em></p>
<p>Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.   							~Lynda Barry<!--PCR--></p>
<p>Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of  							love; it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.   							~Oscar Wilde, <em>The Picture of Dorian Gray</em>,  							1891<!--PMB--></p>
<p>Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be  							made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.   							~Ursula K. LeGuin</p>
<p>Love is not singular except in syllable.   							~Marvin Taylor</p>
<p>Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement  							of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged,  							and the mutual dependence of the old.  ~John  							Ciardi</p>
<p>People who are sensible about love are incapable of  							it.  ~Douglas Yates</p>
<p>Love never reasons but profusely gives; gives, like  							a thoughtless prodigal, its all, and trembles lest  							it has done too little.  ~Hannah Moore<!--PIH--></p>
<p>Ah me! why may not love and life be one?   							~Henry Timrod<!--QSO--></p>
<p>Take away love and our earth is a tomb.   							~Robert Browning</p>
<p>Love is not love which alters when it alteration  							finds.  ~William Shakespeare, "Sonnet CXVI"</p>
<p>He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but  							that he did not know where he ended and she began.   							~Leo Tolstoy<!--CUL--></p>
<p>It is the same in love as in war; a fortress that  							parleys is half taken.  ~Marguerite de Valois<!--MCTO--></p>
<p>You don't have to go looking for love when it's  							where you come from.  ~Werner Erhard</p>
<p>No one can understand love who has not experienced  							infatuation.  And no one can understand  							infatuation, no matter how many times he has  							experienced it.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The  							Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>Love me and the world is mine.  ~David Reed<!--QSO--></p>
<p>It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything  							one knew completely.  Love is directed towards  							what lies hidden in its object.  ~Paul Valéry, 							<em>Tel quel</em>, 1943<!--MBT p172--></p>
<p>The love game is never called off on account of  							darkness.  ~Tom Masson<!--CUL--></p>
<p>They who meet on an April night are forever lost in  							love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no  							moon above.  ~E.Y. "Yip" Harburg and Fred Saidy,  							dialogue just before the song "Old Devil Moon" in  							the musical <em>Finian's Rainbow</em> <em> (Thanks, Katherine!)</em></p>
<p>Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to  							somebody that you have nothing in common with and  							still be fascinated by their presence.  ~David  							Byrne</p>
<p>Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly  							desired.  ~Robert Frost<!-- ,in conversation--><!--WLBUQ--></p>
<p>Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding  							place.  ~Zora Neale Hurston</p>
<p>Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the  							same.  ~Emily Brontë<!--WRM--></p>
<p>The excesses of love soon pass, but its  							insufficiencies torment us forever.  ~Mignon  							McLaughlin, <em>The Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>An old man in love is like a flower in winter.   							~Portuguese Proverb<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Will you love me in December as you do in May,<br />
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?<br />
When my hair has all turned gray,<br />
Will you kiss me then and say,<br />
That you love me in December as you do in May?<br />
~James J. Walker<!--QSO--></p>
<p>Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't  							even there before.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The  							Second Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1966<!--CSN--></p>
<p>Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with  							tisane.  ~Honoré de Balzac</p>
<p>Love withers under constraints: its very essence is  							liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience,  							jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect,  							and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence,  							equality and unreserve.  ~Percy Bysshe Shelley<!--Queen Mab notes, MHC--></p>
<p>Love is the poetry of the senses.  ~Honoré de  							Balzac</p>
<p>Love is a game that two can play and both win.   							~Eva Gabor</p>
<p>Without love, the rich and poor live in the same  							house.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>The heart is a small thing, but desireth great  							matters.  It is not sufficient for a kite's  							dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for  							it.  ~Francis Quarles, <em>Emblems</em></p>
<p>Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the  							luxury is in the lobby.  ~Paul-Jean Toulet<!--CUL--></p>
<p>We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until  							after the first attack.  ~Marie Ebner Von  							Eschenbach, <em>Aphorism</em></p>
<p>All love is probationary, a fact which frightens  							women and exhilarates men.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, 							<em>The Second Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1966<!--CSN--></p>
<p>True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about  							and few have seen.  ~François, duc de La  							Rochefoucauld</p>
<p>Some women love only what they can hold in their  							arms; others, only what they can't.  ~Mignon  							McLaughlin, <em>The Second Neurotic's Notebook</em>,  							1966<!--CSN--></p>
<p>Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.  ~George  							Herbert, <em>Jacula Prudentum</em>, 1651<!--, no. 49, PMB--></p>
<p>Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing  							between two people, or when it is what's missing.   							~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The Neurotic's Notebook</em>,  							1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but  							flows from one which is loved.  ~Christopher  							Paul Rubero</p>
<p>A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.   							~Latin Proverb</p>
<p>The arms of love encompass you with your present,  							your past, your future, the arms of love gather you  							together.  ~Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, <em> Southern Mail</em>, 1929, translated from French by  							Curtis Cate<!--GPA--></p>
<p>I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,<br />
After the day's great sun.<br />
~Charles Hanson Towne<!--QSO--></p>
<p>A lover is a man who tries to be more amiable than  							it is possible for him to be.  ~Nicholas de  							Chamfort<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Love is not consolation.  It is light.   							~Friedrich Nietzsche</p>
<p>True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing  							lights.  If you hear bells, get your ears  							checked.  ~Erich Segal<!--, quoted in Reader's Digest Feb 2002, p. 197 (not the quotable quotes section)--></p>
<p>Loving is never a waste of time.  ~Astrid  							Alauda</p>
<p>Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing  							compared with love in dreams.  ~Fyodor  							Dostoevski<!--CUL--></p>
<p>True love is a discipline in which each divines the  							secret self of the other and refuses to believe in  							the mere daily self.  ~William Butler Yeats<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Mumps, measles, and puppy love are terrible after  							twenty.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The Neurotic's  							Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>You can give without loving, but you can never love  							without giving.  ~Author Unknown<!--FELI--></p>
<p>Love is what you've been through with somebody.   							~James Thurber, quoted in <em>Life</em> magazine, 1960</p>
<p>Love is being stupid together.  ~Paul Valery</p>
<p>In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his <em> ego</em> in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly 							<em>the need for love</em>.  ~Charles Baudelaire<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Open your heart and take us in,<br />
Love - love and me.<br />
~W.E. Henley<!--QSO--></p>
<p>Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love.   							I'd stepped in it a few times.  ~Rita Rudner</p>
<p>Love does not care to define and is never in a hurry  							to do so.  ~Charles du Bos<!--CUL--></p>
<p>I love you like crazy, baby<br />
'Cuz I'd go crazy without you.<br />
~Pixie Foudre</p>
<p>What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response  							of our deepest natures to one another.   							~William Carlos Williams<!--CUL--></p>
<p>I learned the real meaning of love.  Love is  							absolute loyalty.  People fade, looks fade, but  							loyalty never fades.  You can depend so much on  							certain people, you can set your watch by them.   							And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very  							exciting.  ~Sylvester Stallone</p>
<p>Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee,<br />
It passed into thy lifelong regency.<br />
~Gilbert Parker<!--QSO--></p>
<p>The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing  							of.  ~Blaise Pascal, <em>Pensées</em>, 1670<!--WLBUQ--></p>
<p>At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.   							~Plato</p>
<p>As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench  							the fire of love with words.  ~William  							Shakespeare</p>
<p>Love floods us with hope.  ~Jareb Teague</p>
<p>Love is like a friendship caught on fire.  In  							the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and  							fierce, but still only light and flickering.   							As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love  							becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.   							~Bruce Lee</p>
<p>Life only starts when love comes.  ~From the  							movie <em>Bill of Divorcement</em>, 1932<!--self watched, recorded--></p>
<p>Tell me how many beads there are<br />
In a silver chain<br />
Of evening rain,<br />
Unravelled from the tumbling main,<br />
And threading the eye of a yellow star: -<br />
So many times do I love again.<br />
~Thomas Lovell Beddoes</p>
<p>A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the  							species of woman in whose company he finds himself  							electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose  							company he may feel tenderly drowsy.  ~George  							Jean Nathan</p>
<p>Love makes time pass; time makes love pass.   							~French Proverb</p>
<p>True love stories never have endings.  ~Richard  							Bach <em>(Thanks, Bonnie)</em></p>
<p>I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that  							is.  ~Antonio Porchia, <em>Voces</em>, 1943,  							translated from Spanish by W.S. Merwin</p>
<p>There's nothing more freeing than the shackles of  							love.  ~Emma Racine deFleur</p>
<p>When you're attracted to someone it just means that  							your subconscious is attracted to their  							subconscious, subconsciously, so what we know as  							fate is two neuroses knowing that they're a perfect  							match.  ~Jeff Arch, Nora Ephron, and David S.  							Ward, <em>Sleepless in Seattle</em></p>
<p>Platonic love is love from the neck up.  ~Thyra  							Smater Winsolow</p>
<p>We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead  							of creating the perfect love.  ~Tom Robbins</p>
<p>The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it  							was important to them: there ought to be as many for  							love.  ~Margaret Atwood<!--SD--></p>
<p>You really shouldn't say "I love you" unless you  							mean it.  But if you mean it, you should say it  							a lot.  People forget.  ~Author unknown,  							attributed to an 8-year-old named Jessica</p>
<p>So dear I love him, that with him all deaths I could  							endure, without him live no life.  ~John Milton<!--QSO--></p>
<p>Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a  							heart can hold.  ~Zelda Fitzgerald</p>
<p>Men love because they are afraid of themselves,  							afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and  							need someone in whom they can lose themselves as  							smoke loses itself in the sky.  ~V.F. Calverton<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Love is the most important thing in the world, but  							baseball is pretty good too.  ~Author unknown,  							attributed to an 8-year-old named Greg</p>
<p>Lust fades, so you'd better be with someone who can  							stand you.  ~Alan Zweibel and Jessie Nelson, <em> The Story of Us</em></p>
<p>Ah! a blessing beyond all fate<br />
My sole mate 'tis my soul mate.<br />
~Pixie Foudre</p>
<p>The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that  							we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved  							in spite of ourselves.  ~Victor Hugo</p>
<p>Love is the greatest refreshment in life.   							~Pablo Picasso<!--CUL--></p>
<p>I was half in love with her by the time we sat down.   							That's the thing about girls.  Every time they  							do something pretty, even if they're not much to  							look at, or even if they're sort of stupid, you fall  							half in love with them, and then you never know <em> where</em> the hell you are.  ~J.D. Salinger, <em> The Catcher in the Rye</em>, 1945</p>
<p>Love means nothing in tennis, but it's everything in  							life.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>What the world really needs is more love and less  							paper work.  ~Pearl Bailey</p>
<p>Love, love, love - all the wretched cant of it,  							masking egotism, lust, masochism, fantasy under a  							mythology of sentimental postures.  ~Germaine  							Greer<!--CUL--></p>
<p>We are not the same persons this year as last; nor  							are those we love.  It is a happy chance if we,  							changing, continue to love a changed person.   							~W. Somerset Maugham</p>
<p>We are all a little weird and life's a little weird,  							and when we find someone whose weirdness is  							compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall  							in mutual weirdness and call it love.  ~Author  							Unknown</p>
<p>Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered  							by imagination.  ~Voltaire</p>
<p>Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.   							~William Shakespeare</p>
<p>While God waits for His temple to be built of love,  							men bring stones.  ~Rabindranath Tagore</p>
<p>Love is metaphysical gravity.  ~R. Buckminster  							Fuller</p>
<p>Love is my religion - I could die for it.   							~John Keats</p>
<p>Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify  							the trouble we take to have sex.  ~Dan  							Greenburg</p>
<p>Love would never be a promise of a rose garden  							unless it is showered with light of faith, water of  							sincerity and air of passion.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Just because somebody doesn't love you the way you  							want them to, doesn't mean they don't love you with  							all they have.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?   							~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone  							special to catch your heart.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but  							somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in  							heart.  ~Kay Knudsen</p>
<p>Love is the delusion that one woman differs from  							another.  ~Henry Louis Mencken</p>
<p>You learn to like someone when you find out what  							makes them laugh, but you can never truly love  							someone until you find out what makes them cry.   							~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Sometimes we make love with our eyes.   							Sometimes we make love with our hands.   							Sometimes we make love with our bodies.  Always  							we make love with our hearts.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>True love is when you put someone on a pedestal, and  							they fall - but you are there to catch them.   							~Author Unknown</p>
<p>You know when you have found your prince because you  							not only have a smile on your face but in your heart  							as well.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and  							the joy in a heart.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Trip over love, you can get up.  Fall in love  							and you fall forever.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Love is to let those we love be perfectly  							themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own  							image... otherwise we love only the reflection of  							ourselves we find in them.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Love is not blind - it sees more, not less.   							But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.   							~Julins Gordon</p>
<p>To the world you might be one person, but to one  							person you might be the world.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>No one has ever loved anyone the way everyone wants  							to be loved.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The  							Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>Love is the master key that opens the gates of  							happiness.  ~Oliver Wendell Holmes</p>
<p>It's so easy to fall in love but hard to find  							someone who will catch you.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving  							oneself, and one always ends by deceiving others.   							That is what the world calls a romance.  ~Oscar  							Wilde, <em>The Picture of Dorian Gray</em></p>
<p>Candle light, moon light, star light,<br />
The brightest glow is from love light.<br />
~Grey Livingston</p>
<p>Love is the silent saying and saying of a single  							name.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The Neurotic's  							Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>Come live in my heart and pay no rent.  ~Samuel  							Lover<!--, Vourneen! when your days were bright--></p>
<p>Romance is dead - it was acquired in a hostile  							takeover by Hallmark and Disney, homogenized, and  							sold off piece by piece.  ~Lisa Simpson, <em>The  							Simpsons</em></p>
<p>If love does not know how to give and take without  							restrictions, it is not love, but a transaction that  							never fails to lay stress on a plus and a minus.   							~Emma Goldman, <em>The Tragedy of Women's  							Emancipation</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.   							~Thomas Moore<!--QSO--></p>
<p>Love isn't blind, it's retarded.  ~Don Foster  							and Susan Beavers, <em>Two and a Half Men</em></p>
<p>Free love? as if love is anything but free.   							Man has bought brains, but all the millions in the  							world have failed to buy love.  ~Emma Goldman, 							<em>Marriage and Love</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>Love is the child of illusion and the parent of  							disillusion.  ~Miguel de Unamuno</p>
<p>If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no  							more than because he was he, and I was I.   							~Michel de Montaigne</p>
<p>I don't wish to be everything to everyone, but I  							would like to be something to someone.  ~Javan</p>
<p>Like I've always said, love wouldn't be blind if the  							braille weren't so damned much fun.  ~Armistead  							Maupin, <em>Maybe the Moon</em> <em>(Thanks,  							David)</em></p>
<p>Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving  							than women is that men's behavior is measured with a  							feminine ruler.  ~Francesca M. Cancian</p>
<p>What I need to live has been given to me by the  							earth.  Why I need to live has been given to me  							by you.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>If I had a single flower for every time I think  							about you, I could walk forever in my garden.   							~Claudia Ghandi<!--GU--></p>
<p>Falling in love is so hard on the knees.  ~Aerosmith</p>
<p>In true love the smallest distance is too great, and  							the greatest distance can be bridged.  ~Hans  							Nouwens</p>
<p>Like everybody who is not in love, he thought one  							chose the person to be loved after endless  							deliberations and on the basis of particular  							qualities or advantages.  ~Marcel Proust, <em> Remembrance of Things Past: Cities of the Plain</em>,  							1922<!--WLBUQ--></p>
<p>In springtime, love is carried on the breeze.   							Watch out for flying passion or kisses whizzing by  							your head.  ~Emma Racine deFleur</p>
<p>The way to love anything is to realize that it may  							be lost.  ~G.K. Chesterton</p>
<p>I think we dream so we don't have to be apart so  							long.  If we're in each other's dreams, we can  							play together all night.  ~Bill Watterson, <em> Calvin &#38; Hobbes</em></p>
<p>Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference  							between one person and everybody else.  ~George  							Bernard Shaw</p>
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<p>Marriage:  A word which should be pronounced  							"mirage."  ~Herbert Spencer</p>
<p>By the time you're his<br />
Shivering and sighing,<br />
And he vows his passion is<br />
Infinite, undying<br />
Lady, make a note of this:<br />
One of you is lying.<br />
~Dorothy Parker<!--WRM--></p>
<p>A woman ought to look up to her husband, if only a  							half-inch.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The  							Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>A woman who loves her husband is merely paying her  							bills.  A woman who loves her lover gives alms  							to the poor.  ~Paul-Jean Toulet<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Love requires a willingness to die; marriage, a  							willingness to live.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em> The Second Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1966<!--CSN--></p>
<p>Give up all hope of peace so long as your  							mother-in-law is alive.  ~Juvenal, <em>Satires</em><!--LCC--></p>
<p>We were happily married for eight months.   							Unfortunately, we were married for four and a half  							years.  ~Nick Faldo<!--CG--></p>
<p>Men never know how tired they are till their wives  							sit them down for a nice long talk.  ~Mignon  							McLaughlin, <em>The Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>The reason they're called the opposite sex is  							because every time you think you have your wife  							fooled - it's just the opposite!  ~Walter  							Winchell<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Originally marriage meant the sale of a woman by one  							man to another; now most women sell themselves  							though they have no intention of delivering the  							goods listed in the bill of sale.  ~Robert  							Graves<!--CUL--></p>
<p>If I ever marry, it will be on a sudden impulse - as  							a man shoots himself.  ~H.L. Mencken</p>
<p>My wife tells me she doesn't care what I do when I'm  							away, as long as I'm not enjoying it.  ~Lee  							Trevino<!--CUL--></p>
<p>To keep your marriage brimming,<br />
With love in the loving cup,<br />
Whenever you're wrong, admit it;<br />
Whenever you're right, shut up.<br />
~Ogden Nash</p>
<p>"What's for dinner?" is the only question many  							husbands ask their wives, and the only one to which  							they care about the answer.  ~Mignon  							McLaughlin, <em>The Second Neurotic's Notebook</em>,  							1966<!--CSN--></p>
<p>Hubert Humphrey talks so fast that listening to him  							is like trying to read Playboy magazine with your  							wife turning the pages.  ~Barry Goldwater</p>
<p>People do not marry people, not real ones anyway;  							they marry what they think the person is; they marry  							illusions and images.  The exciting adventure  							of marriage is finding out who the partner really  							is.  ~James L. Framo, "Explorations in Marital  							&#38; Family Therapy"<!--RDM--></p>
<p>Men have a much better time of it than women.   							For one thing, they marry later; for another thing,  							they die earlier.  ~H.L. Mencken</p>
<p>I dreamed of a wedding of elaborate elegance,<br />
A church filled with family and friends.<br />
I asked him what kind of a wedding he wished for,<br />
He said one that would make me his wife.<br />
~Author Unknown</p>
<p>No man expects a great deal from marriage.  He  							is quite satisfied if his wife is a good cook, a  							good valet, an attentive audience, and a patient  							nurse.  ~Author Unknown<!--CUL--></p>
<p>Think not because you are now wed<br />
That all your courtship's at an end.<br />
~Antonio Hurtado de Mendoza</p>
<p>Alimony is like buying oats for a dead horse.   							~Arthur Baer<!--CUL--></p>
<p>I came from a big family.  As a matter of fact,  							I never got to sleep alone until I was married.   							~Lewis Grizzard<!--FCN--></p>
<p>There is no more lovely, friendly and charming  							relationship, communion or company than a good  							marriage.  ~Martin Luther</p>
<p>Alimony - The ransom that the happy pay to the  							devil.  ~H.L. Mencken, "Sententiae," <em>A Book  							of Burlesques</em>, 1920<!--CTO--></p>
<p>If marriage were outlawed, only outlaws would have  							in-laws.  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Getting divorced just because you don't love a man  							is almost as silly as getting married just because  							you do.  ~Zsa Zsa Gabor</p>
<p>I've sometimes thought of marrying, and then I've  							thought again.  ~Noel Coward, 1956<!--LCC--></p>
<p>Thus Dante's motto over Inferno applies with equal  							force to marriage:  "Ye who enter here leave  							all hope behind."  ~Emma Goldman, <em>Marriage  							and Love</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>Wasn't marriage, like life, unstimulating and  							unprofitable and somewhat empty when too well  							ordered and protected and guarded.  Wasn't it  							finer, more splendid, more nourishing, when it was,  							like life itself, a mixture of the sordid and the  							magnificent; of mud and stars; of earth and flowers;  							of love and hate and laughter and tears and ugliness  							and beauty and hurt.  ~Edna Ferber, <em>Show  							Boat</em>, 1926<!--, ch. 19; CTO--></p>
<p>"I am" is reportedly the shortest sentence in the  							English language.  Could it be that "I do" is  							the longest sentence?  ~Author Unknown</p>
<p>Affairs are just as disillusioning as marriage, and  							much less restful.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The  							Second Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1966<!--CSN--></p>
<p>Marriage is a lottery in which men stake their  							liberty and women their happiness.  ~Virginie  							des Rieux, <em>Epigrams</em><!--LCC--></p>
<p>Wedlock is a padlock.  ~John Ray, <em>English  							Proverbs</em><!--LCC--></p>
<p>The marriage of convenience has this to recommend  							it:  we are better judges of convenience than  							we are of love.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em>The  							Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>Love is blind, but marriage restores its sight.   							~Samuel Lichtenberg<!--CD--></p>
<p>The best way to remember your wife's birthday is to  							forget it once.  ~H.V. Prochnow<!--QNFQ--></p>
<p>Marriage is like pleading guilty to an indefinite  							sentence.  Without parole.  ~John  							Mortimer, <em>The Trials of Rumpole</em><!--LCC--></p>
<p>One of the best things about marriage is that it  							gets young people to bed at a decent hour.   							~M.M. Musselman</p>
<p>Marriage is like a bank account.  You put it  							in, you take it out, you lose interest.  ~Irwin  							Corey</p>
<p>If you want to sacrifice the admiration of many men  							for the criticism of one, go ahead, get married.   							~Katharine Houghton Hepburn<!--WRM--></p>
<p>The total amount of undesired sex endured by women  							is probably greater in marriage than in  							prostitution.  ~Bertrand Russell, <em>Marriage  							and Morals</em><!--LCC--></p>
<p>Love, the strongest and deepest element in all life,  							the harbinger of hope, of joy, of ecstasy; love, the  							defier of laws, of all conventions; love, the  							freest, the most powerful molder of human destiny;  							how can such an all-compelling force be synonymous  							with that poor little State- and church-begotten  							weed, marriage?  ~Emma Goldman, <em>Marriage and  							Love</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>What we love about love is the fever, which marriage  							puts to bed and cures.  ~Mignon McLaughlin, <em> The Neurotic's Notebook</em>, 1960<!--CDN--></p>
<p>Between a man and his wife nothing ought to rule but  							love.  ~William Penn<!--RDM--></p>
<p>On rare occasions one does hear of a miraculous case  							of a married couple falling in love after marriage,  							but on close examination it will be found that it is  							a mere adjustment to the inevitable.  ~Emma  							Goldman, <em>Marriage and Love</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>Marriage is a wonderful invention: then again, so is  							a bicycle repair kit.  ~Billy Connolly<!--FD--></p>
<p>Marriage is good for those who are afraid to sleep  							alone at night.  ~St. Jerome, <em>Attack on  							Jovinian</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>[M]y mother once told me that if a married couple  							puts a penny in a pot for every time they make love  							in the first year, and takes a penny out every time  							after that, they'll never get all the pennies out of  							the pot.  ~Armistead Maupin, <em>Tales of the  							City</em>, 1978<!--CTO--></p>
<p>The way to hold a husband is to keep him a little  							jealous; the way to lose him is to keep him a little  							more jealous.  ~H.L. Mencken</p>
<p>A great poet has seldom sung of lawfully wedded  							happiness, but of free and secret love; and in this  							respect, too the time is coming when there will no  							longer be one standard of morality for poetry and  							another for life.  To anyone tender of  							conscience, the ties formed by a free connection are  							stronger than the legal ones.  ~Ellen Key,  							quoted by Sprading in <em>Liberty and the Great  							Libertarians</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>Any married man should forget his mistakes - no use  							two people remembering the same thing.  ~Duane  							Dewel<!--RDM--></p>
<p>Men who have a pierced ear are better prepared for  							marriage - they've experienced pain and bought  							jewelry.  ~Rita Rudner<!--WRM--></p>
<p>Then marriage may be said to be past in all  							quietnesse, when the wife is blind, and the husband  							deafe.  ~Thomas Heywood, "Dialogues"<!--RDM--></p>
<p>Come, let's be a comfortable couple and take care of  							each other!  How glad we shall be, that we have  							somebody we are fond of always, to talk to and sit  							with.  ~Charles Dickens</p>
<p>A good marriage would be between a blind wife and a  							deaf husband.  ~Michel de Montaigne, <em>Essays</em><!--HHQ--></p>
<p>Getting married is a lot like getting into a tub of  							hot water.  After you get used to it, it ain't  							so hot.  ~Minnie Pearl<!--WL--></p>
<p>Love is grand; divorce a hundred grand.   							~Author Unknown</p>
<p>It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the  							simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty  							every day than to say pretty things from time to  							time.  ~Balzac, <em>Physiologie du mariage</em>,  							1829<!--LCD--></p>
<p>A single man has not nearly the value he would have  							in a state of union.  He is an incomplete  							animal.  He resembles the odd half of a pair of  							scissors.  ~Benjamin Franklin</span></p>
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<pubDate>Fri, 27 Jun 2008 06:59:56 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[So, I’m going to share a deep dark secret of mine that not even most of my friends know – I have]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So, I’m going to share a deep dark secret of mine that not even most of my friends know – I have terrible taste in music. By terrible taste in music, I mean that I will listen to just about anything and still enjoy it. Well, minus hardcore metal and old country, but that’s an entirely different subject.</p>
<p>I live in a city where just about every other person on the street is into “indie” and obscure bands that have played one show in a cave somewhere, but who are still “genius”. In truth, my problem is that I’m lazy and I don’t feel like going to seek out spectacular music. I love music, and I really couldn’t live without it, but I’m the type that’s willing to settle. I’m ok with liking a band that people know the name of. It’s cool. This doesn’t actually stop me from carefully shielding my ipod screen on the bus though. </p>
<p>But one genre of music that I feel particularly guilty about – guilty enough to hide it from my family and friends – has to be that expansive arena called … The Love Song. Yep, love songs. Open Arms, I Will Always Love You, Kiss Me…all of it. Corny phrases like “…Your kisses are so wonderful/My love, you always will be…” and “Wise men say, ‘Only fools rush in’…But I can’t help falling in love with you…” do not bother me. In fact, I relish them. </p>
<p>But honestly, I’m starting to wonder a little bit about the future of the love song. Most of the songs in the last few years range just from lukewarm love to “Well, I sort of like you, I guess,” but there are some…that are just plain creepy. Masochism, soul stealing…well, let’s just go straight to the examples. (You know, the ones I picked and took out of context to support my point). </p>
<p><b>1. Ryan Cabrera – True</b></p>
<p><i>I won’t talk,<br />
I won’t breath,<br />
I won’t move till you finally see<br />
that you belong with me.</i></p>
<p>So this song is on the milder side; there are no threats of death or violence. Rather, he’s basically just saying he’s going to throw a tantrum at you until you agree to date him. Look closely at the lyrics, and they read instead, “I’m going to give you the silent treatment and I’m going to HOLD MY BREATH until you agree to go out with me. Seriously, do you want to be responsible for having killed a man? Do you? What? Don’t believe me? Ok, here I go—“ </p>
<p>Someone should tell him you can’t kill yourself by just holding your breath. Oh well. </p>
<p><b>2. Leona Lewis – Bleeding Love</b></p>
<p><i>Oh they find it hard to believe<br />
I'll be wearing these scars<br />
For everyone to see</p>
<p>But I don't care what they say<br />
I'm in love with you<br />
They try to pull me away<br />
But they don't know the truth<br />
My heart's crippled by the vein<br />
That I keep on closing<br />
You cut me open and I</p>
<p>Keep bleeding<br />
Keep, keep bleeding love<br />
I keep bleeding<br />
I keep, keep bleeding love<br />
Keep bleeding<br />
Keep, keep bleeding love</i></p>
<p>Uh, ok. This was apparently the number one most requested song of the day today, which kind of confuses me. I’m not sure if I’m alone in this, but this sounds like the national anthem of domestic violence. In my mind, I see women sitting by the radio stroking their new bruises, smiling just a little bit. I see some guy out in the woods with a refrigerator full of bodies calling in, “Ah, hey thar, I wuz hopin to herr sumthin to git me an’a girls in tha raight kinda mood. Hows bout dat one song, bout the gir’ whos’a bleedin an’all dat?”</p>
<p>That last part might just be me. I <a href="http://teapotarmy.wordpress.com/2008/06/19/the-strangers/">saw The Strangers</a> last weekend, remember. </p>
<p><b>3. Jesse McCartney – Beautiful Soul</b><br />
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I don’t want another pretty face,<br />
I don’t want just anyone to hold,<br />
I don’t want my love to go to waste,<br />
I want you and your beautiful soul.<br />
You’re the one I want to chase,<br />
you’re the one I want to hold.<br />
I won’t let another minute go to waste,<br />
I want you and your beautiful soul. </i></p>
<p>Now, I’m not really sure what your first thoughts were upon actually reading those lyrics, but here were mine:</p>
<p>Can you say C-R-E-E-P-Y?</p>
<p>The first song’s lyrics just come off as kind of desperate and sad, but the second one…you…want my beautiful soul? Wait, what? </p>
<p>I’m not sure about you guys, but I’m pretty sure the only times I’d be willing to give up my soul to anyone would be to save myself from eternal damnation in hell for skipping out on the tip at that one restaurant, or possibly to the ice cream truck guy if it’s a really hot day, and really only if there aren’t any ATMs around. </p>
<p><b>4. Finger Eleven – Paralyzer</b></p>
<p><i>I hold on so nervously<br />
To me and my drink<br />
I wish it was cooling me<br />
But so far, has not been good<br />
It’s been shitty<br />
And I feel awkward, as I should<br />
This club has got to be<br />
The most pretentious thing<br />
Since I thought you and me<br />
Well I am imagining<br />
A dark lit place<br />
Or your place or my place </i></p>
<p>Ok, so I realize this isn’t a love song, but it’s close enough. I’m including it because the lyrics fucking piss me off.  If you hate the place, don’t GO THERE DIPSHIT. </p>
<p>I’m not sure I like where our love songs are heading, honestly. It seems like almost all of the songs I see on tv lately have to do with breaking up, and moving on, or some sort of yearning, one sided and unrequited love song. And then there’s that whole other genre of bitches and hos, but I’m not going to count those as love songs. You can’t make me. </p>
<p>I don’t know, I guess what I’m wondering is: Is this reflecting on changes in our own culture? Are we becoming more desperate? Sad? Cold? More idealistic? Less idealistic? More importantly, is this a bad reflection on ME, as a member of this generation? </p>
<p>Our generation is so focused on instant gratification, people get divorces and break up and have huge fights at the drop of a hat. In addition to that, we have on the other side the lonely and completely hopeless idiots that love the idea of love so much, they can’t get it together enough to actually do anything about it other than pine away in the depths of their room, only to post those god damn “Nice Guys Finish Last” articles and poems when they get rejected. I guess I just can’t understand the appeal of these songs for anyone other than people who have recently been rejected, or had their heart broken in some way.  </p>
<p>I think there’s a good chance I’m just getting irritated because I hate Jesse McCartney, but I could be wrong. I can tell that I’m going to have to listen to some music to blow off all this steam. </p>
<p>…God dammit, ok, maybe not.</p>
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<link>http://windchimes.wordpress.com/?p=491</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jun 2008 03:42:47 +0000</pubDate>
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I love melancholic songs. I love how my heart continuous to hum even after the lines have ended. It]]></description>
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<p>I love melancholic songs. I love how my heart continuous to hum even after the lines have ended. It is said that the best love songs are those which tells of pain and loss and moving on. Is it because people tend to relate more to pain than joy?  To loss than celebration? Perhaps. But isn't that kind of sad?</p>
<p>But maybe it's because pain has it's way of reminding us that we are humans after all. Paolo Coelho wrote once that Pain is an affirmation of life. It reminds us to feel. It allows us to be human. It pulls on our strings and shows us a stage in which we realized that we can also be unmindful puppets. That when deep pain rules us we forget that we have limbs able to support us and we succumb to the feeling for our actions, like puppets manned by a phantom's hand. Yes, pain, the great equalizer.</p>
<p>Another<strong> J </strong>sang me a song a month ago during his Singapore stop in his world tour. He is best when it comes to sadness. He toured the world playing sad love songs. And people can't get enough of it.</p>
<p>And this one is my favorite. Listening to him sang this live is enough for the amount that I've paid for the tickets. hehe</p>
<p>And just to make it official, (for lack of a better word) and at the risk of sounding morbid, I want this to be played at my funeral.</p>
<p>Crazy but yes, note this down as one of my dying wish. But God forbid, I'm not dying, just not yet ;) (plan pa nako mutubo hehehe)</p>
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<p style="text-align:center;">~*~*~</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>I am a dreamer but when I wake,</em><em> You can't break my spirit- it's my dreams you take.<br />
And as you move on, remember me, </em><em>Remember us and all we used to be</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile.<br />
I've watched you sleeping for a while.<br />
I'd be the father of your child.<br />
I'd spend a lifetime with you.</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em>I know your fears and you know mine.<br />
We've had our doubts but now we're fine,<br />
And I love you, I swear that's true.</em></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><em> Goodbye my lover.<br />
Goodbye my friend.<br />
You have been the one.<br />
You have been the one for me.</em>
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<p style="text-align:center;">~ <strong>Goodbye my Lover, James Blunt</strong></p>
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<link>http://fuckthepostpolitical.wordpress.com/?p=10</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 23:23:59 +0000</pubDate>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Ani Difranco is well known for her fiesty, feminist lyrics.  I want to look at some of her music and her 'love songs', comparing them to a few of my favourite Bob Dylan love songs. Both Dylan and Difranco have at various times been regarded by their followers as political poets, singing songs against the grain, or establishment. Dylan never wanted this title, or so he claims, preferring to say that his poetry/lyrics transcend context and political situation, that they are more universal than particular. In the doco 'No Direction Home' we see how Dylan resisted and criticised any attempts to pin him down to a movement, whether it be the civil rights movement (which Joan Baez was involved in), or the folk music crowd. Difranco, on the other hand, proudly flaunted her political agenda, never claiming to speak for anything in a universalising manner, always recognising context, privilege and power relations in any given moment. This kind of reflects the way that the male position is often neutralised and universalised, or normalised, leaving dissident views to be regarded as partial and biased. The neutralisation of the male perspective veils over its investments and politics. In this way, I am less interested in whether or not Dylan's music contains so-called 'universal themes', and more interested in the way his lyrics are informed by context and interpreted differently according to context. It also worries me that when people talk about Difranco as political and feminist this often is a criticism, a devaluing of her art and message. While Dylan can just have a 'love song' be a 'love song', Difranco must fight to be heard as anything other than an angry woman.</p>
<p>While Dylan is recognised for his protest music, he is also regarded highly for his love songs. His love songs are sometimes sweet, simple and beautiful, and at other times bitter, difficult and angry. Take, for example, "it ain't me babe": <em>"You say you're looking for someone, who will promise never to part, someone to close his eyes for you, someone to close his heart, someone who'd die for you and more, well, it ain't me babe, no no, it ain't me you're looking for, babe".</em></p>
<p>Or, "Don't think Twice, It's Alright":</p>
<p><em>"I'm thinkin' and wonderin', walkin' down the road/I once loved a woman, a child I'm told/I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul/don't think twice it's alright/so long honey babe/where I'm bound I can't tell/Goodbye's too good a word babe/So i'll just say fare thee well/I ain't sayin' you treated me unkind/you coulda done better but I don't mind/you just kinda wasted my precious time/but don't think twice, it's alright".</em></p>
<p>In both of these examples, the male refuses to let the female possess him. He feels as though what she wants is to 'have him' completely, to deny him his freedom; she wants his soul not merely his heart, and she demands that he close his eyes and heart (presumably to others). His words express a frustration with this demand he feels "woman" places on him to be unconditional in love, to offer the world to her in love "to die for you and more". He'll only let her down, he says in "It ain't me, babe". It appears that gender roles and stereotypes inform the represenations here. The male experiences claustrophobia during what he perceives to be a woman strategising to own his heart, soul and freedom. The male must rebel, must break out of the attempts to confine and label.</p>
<p>Fuckpoliteness wrote that she experienced Leonard Cohen's music as both beautiful and frustrating, saying that sometimes she thinks that in his music " *woman* is locked in the role of temptress/muse…she’s the mythical, the beautiful, the source of sadness/loss, potentially loopy…she doesn’t have the same agency as him…she’s beauty and grace, temptation and pain, a ‘mystery’…what saps him of his strength, a source of temporary joy, of wonder, but bound to cause loss/grief/a stealing of strength…don’t stay in one place too long…" (for more go <a href="http://http://fuckpoliteness.wordpress.com/">here)</a> Dylan's music presents me with a similar bind. I both love the music (I am a HUGE Dylan fan) and feel that I must suspend my criticism at times in order to understand his message, or read it from a position other than my own. There is a song by Dylan "All I really want to do" (<a href="http://www.bobdylan.com/songs/really.html">here</a>) in which Dylan speaks of not wanting to define or confine, analyse or categorise his object of attention, rather he wants to be "<em>friends</em>". Whenever I hear this song, I always think back to Joni Mitchell's song "All I Want" in which she sings that "All I really want our <em>love</em> to do is bring out the best in me and you".</p>
<p>During a live recording at a gig, DiFranco speaks about how some of her older fans have criticised her for being "less political" in her music, to which she responds that she "got kinda distracted" and laughs. This raises interesting questions: is the love song political? Is feminism concerned with 'love'? Should it be? My short answer is yes to all of these questions. While we know of feminism as a movement concerned with equal rights in the public domain - the workforce, the law etc - feminism (which, simply put, recognises the politicisation of gender and gender difference in a male-dominated world) also has a lot to say about love. Love is gendered and whilst we may experience it at a 'personal' or 'private' level (which is undeniable), it is also regulated by the public sphere (for example, in the past who could fall in love with who was regulated by the law, banning homosexuality). But is the love song political? One of my favourite lines from a love song comes from DiFranco: "There is strength in the difference between us, and comfort where we overlap". But DiFranco is unafraid to confront the violence of love in patriarchy, writing of the cycles of domestic violence in "Out of Range" (<a href="http://www.seeklyrics.com/lyrics/Ani-Difranco/Out-Of-Range.html">here</a>) and the objectification of woman and reduction to the body in "Gratitude" (<a href="http://www.mp3lyrics.org/a/ani-difranco/gratitude/">here)</a>: "you changed the rules in an hour or two, i don't know what you and your sisters do, but please don't, please stop, this is not my obligation, what does my body have to do with my gratitude?"</p>
<p>Gotta run. If you happen to stumble over this blog site and feel like commenting please do! I am just starting to open these ideas up and would love a dialogue on them. More soon,</p>
<p>-dredgirl</p>
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<link>http://painofheart.wordpress.com/?p=111</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 09:03:06 +0000</pubDate>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"तुम ने मुझे अपनाया है"</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">" और" </span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">मेरी कायनात को .............</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">मेरी खुशी को गम को,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"और"</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">मेरी हयात को.......</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">अब तो खुशी से,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">जीना भी आसान हो गया ....</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">"तुम ने"</span></em></div>
<h3><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">जो अपना हाथ दिया मेरे हाथ को ".........</span></em></h3>
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<title><![CDATA["दर्द की गहराई में"]]></title>
<link>http://painofheart.wordpress.com/?p=110</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 08:31:33 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>limit</dc:creator>
<guid>http://painofheart.wordpress.com/?p=110</guid>
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&#8220;दर्द की गहराई में&#8221;



&#8220;दर्द की गहर]]></description>
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<h3 class="post-title entry-title"><a href="http://bikhreyseafsaney.blogspot.com/2008/06/blog-post_16.html">"दर्द की गहराई में"</a></h3>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">"दर्द की गहराई में"<br />
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<p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"तुम मेरे साथ चलो"</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">दर्द की गहराई में ,</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">वो जो है सामने दिखता</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#ff6600;">"कोई"</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">तन्हाई में ,तन बचाता हुआ , </span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">सिकुडा हुआ 'डूब" जाता हुआ,</span></em></p>
<p><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">अफसोस में रुसवाई में..........</span></em></p>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">तुम्हें मालूम है "किसने" था,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">किया काम उसका ,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">किसको रोता है ,तड़पता ,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">दिल -ऐ -नाकाम उसका ,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">मुंह छुपाता हुआ , पछताता हुआ ,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">क्योंकि अब नाम था बदनाम उसका....</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">सब हार गया था जैसे ,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">हाथ से छुट के पतवार गया था जैसे ,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">"सिर झुकाये है "</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">हर हुक्म बजा लाने को ,</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#ff0000;">अपनी ख्वाहिश को.........</span></em></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>सभी मार गया था जैसे "............</em></p>
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<pubDate>Sat, 21 Jun 2008 08:28:03 +0000</pubDate>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">ज़िंदगी भर गुनाह करते रहे<br />
हम जो उनसे निबाह करते रहे</p>
<p>बेवफाई की चोट खाई थी<br />
जिन्दिगी को तबाह करते रहे</p>
<p>कौन था रास्ता जो दिखलाता<br />
हम अंधेरों में राह करते रहे</p>
<p>तुमको दुल्हन बना के ख्वाबों में<br />
रोज़ तुमसे निकाह करते रहे</p>
<p>जानी मालूम है की हम तुमसे<br />
प्यार थे बेपनाह करते रहे<br />
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<title><![CDATA[Love follows a cycle..]]></title>
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<pubDate>Fri, 20 Jun 2008 16:27:46 +0000</pubDate>
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<p><strong>Our Hindi Music Industry has always churned out top-notch ’Love Songs’ for us to sing &#38; cherish. Let me take u into this <em>’Mystic River of Love’</em>. But first, lets have a word</strong><strong><!--  Support: http://oas.mouthshut.com#MouthShut/Google_Review#1891134#Google_Review_Middle18911041891108.html#1f8d8#1206363585#724#Hc#Middle#www.mouthshut.com/review/entertainment/music/twentybesthindiromanticsongs/index.html/L24## --></strong><strong> from me on - what else but Love.</strong></p>
<p>Love has many forms. Love manifests itself in many ways. We all have been in love sometime in our lives. No one remains untouched by love. Once touched by love, u r bound to feel on cloud nine. Love is a wonderful feeling. Its heaven in the arms of ur lover. But love doesn’t always last. Sometimes, love fails. Though u never expected that to happen but it happened. ’’Why’’ - you would ask but won?t get any answer.</p>
<p><em>why did u break my heart.. why did u fall in love.. why did u go away..away..away..</em></p>
<p>When we break-up obviously it hurts. We feel depressed. But with time everything gets fine, howsoever cheesy it sounds, its a truth. Either we get a new love or revive with the old one. Time has a very significant relationship with love. Time nurtures love. Time is a test of love. When love survives all the odds, it lasts forever. Otherwise it ends &#38; only memories remain. The old memories couldn’t be discarded easily. Howsoever hard u try, everything would remind u of ur lost love. U would feel like going back to him/her. In ur life sadness sets in &#38; u just don’t let go of that feeling from ur heart.</p>
<p><em>tum bin jiya jaaye kaise.. kaise jiya jaaye tum bin.. sadiyon se lambi hai raatein.. sadiyon se lambe hue din..</em></p>
<p>But thats the way love is. Love follows a cycle - We love, lose &#38; win in love again. Live life as per ur beliefs. Don’t change for someone. Even if u love him/her from the core of ur heart. Actually thats not love. Its just the illusion that makes u want a person with whom u don’t really get along well. Its just that sometimes u fall in love with the idea of falling in love. So, if someone breaks ur heart don’t let that affect ur life to an extent that u end up becoming a Devdas. If u can’t get Paro then forget her, accept that she isn’t made for u. By accepting it u r opening urself for new relationships.</p>
<p><em>ho gayi hai kisi se jo anban.. thaam le doosra koi daaman.. zindgani ki raahein ajab hai.. ho akela to laakhon hai dushman</em></p>
<p>Always bear in mind, its easy to fall in love but its difficult to be in love forever &#38; ever. Love is a condition &#38; for it to last forever, some amount of maturity is essential. And no one can teach u that. Its for u to learn by ur own experience. So go, fall in love, even if ur mind says otherwise give it a try if the wish came from ur heart. Always follow ur heart. U either break-up or u learn to accept each others? follies &#38; grow up together. One of the two is bound to happen. So why worry?</p>
<p><em>chaand ne kuch kaha.. raat ne kuch suna.. tu bhi sun bekhabar.. pyar kar.. ohohooo pyar kar.. aayi hai chandani.. muhse kehne yahi.. meri gali mere ghar.. pyar kar.. ohohooo pyar kar..</em></p>
<p><strong>Lastly, don’t follow whatever I’ve said. But just follow ur heart. If ur heart is saying fall in love with someone, then do it. Time will let u know if u made a right or a wrong decision. In case it was right then nothing like it. In case it wasn’t, never mind. Atleast now u know what u want from life. <em>Every decision, right or wrong, has the capacity to teach u something. Wrong ones though are disastrous but nevertheless they are ur best mentors. Live &#38; learn !!</em></strong></p>
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<dc:creator>Nova-x-Kayne-x-Kytten</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Wake up
My love
Never thought you&#8217;d make me, break me
Now I&#8217;m up from below
Such a brill]]></description>
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My love<br />
Never thought you'd make me, break me<br />
Now I'm up from below<br />
Such a brilliant star you are<br />
And will your love keep burning baby<br />
Burn a hole right through my eyes<br />
All these short times feel like no time<br />
I thought you ought to know</p>
<p>I'm so far gone now I been running on empty<br />
I'm so far gone now<br />
Do you wanna take me on? <em>[x2]</em></p>
<p>Do, Do you, Do you know?<br />
Do you know how long I've waited?<br />
To look up from below,<br />
Just to find someone like you?<br />
And will your love light burn me baby?<br />
Burn a hole right through my heart<br />
I think I might just trust you, maybe<br />
But I'm not sure<br />
I'm not sure I wanna know</p>
<p>I'm so far gone now I been running on empty<br />
I'm so far gone now<br />
Do you wanna take me on?</p>
<p>I'm so far gone now I been running on empty<br />
I'm so far gone now<br />
Do you wanna take me on? <em>[x2]</em></p>
<p>Whoa Whoa Whoa Whoa<br />
I think you could make me girl<br />
Could make me and take my life<br />
I know you could break me girl<br />
Take all of me<br />
All of me, yeah hey</p>
<p>Wake up<br />
My love<br />
Never thought you'd make me, break me<br />
Now I'm up from below<br />
Such a brilliant star you are</p>
<p>I'm so far gone now I been running on empty<br />
I'm so far gone now<br />
Do you wanna take me on?</p>
<p>I'm so far gone I been running on empty<br />
I'm so far gone now<br />
Do you wanna take me on? <em>[x2]</em></p>
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<p>"Lunacy Fringe" by The Used</p>
<p>(Thinking of someone special tonight. You know who you are. *kisses*)</p>
<p><span style="color:#ff0000;">♥</span><span style="color:#000000;">Kytten</span></p>
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<pubDate>Tue, 17 Jun 2008 05:54:05 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>limit</dc:creator>
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<em><span style="color:#cc0000;">"ज़िंदगी" हो तुम्हारे साथ नयी,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">दिन नया हो हमारी रात नयी.....</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color:#cc0000;">पिछली बातों को भूल जाएँ हम,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">जब भी हो बात सारी बात नयी.......</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color:#cc0000;">अब न आयें वो दिन गुज़र जो गए,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">हर घड़ी हो तुम्हारे साथ नयी........</span></em></div>
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<em><span style="color:#cc0000;">हम पुराने रिवाज ठुकरादें,</span></em></div>
<div><span style="color:#cc0000;"><em>सारे रिश्तों की सारी जात नयी ........<br />
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">आज बिछने दो ज़िंदगी की बिसात,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">न शह हो जहाँ ना मात नयी.....</span></em></div>
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<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">वो जो तुमसे है दिल लगा बैठा ,</span></em></div>
<div><em><span style="color:#cc0000;">तेरे घर लाएगा बारात नयी....</span></em></div>
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<pubDate>Mon, 16 Jun 2008 09:56:09 +0000</pubDate>
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तुम मुझ से बोलती रहीं ]]></description>
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<div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>तुम मुझ से बोलती रहीं ...चुप चाप यूँही बस,<br />
दिल साथ साथ खोलती रहीं ...चुप चाप यूँही बस </em></span></div>
<div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>.</em></span></div>
<div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>तड़पा दिया है प्यार ने हमदर्द के मुझे,<br />
ज़ख्मों पे हाथ रख दिया ... चुप चाप यूँही बस. </em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>क्यों लग रहा है दिल को तुम हो आसपास ही कहीं,<br />
आ जाओ मेरे सामने ... चुप चाप यूँही बस.</em></span></div>
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<div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>कुछ तो ज़रूर है जो हमे यूं हो रहा है ये,<br />
तुम ही ज़रा बतादो ना ... चुप चाप यूँही बस.</em></span></div>
<div><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>तुमको भी क्या वो हो रहा जो हमको हो गया,<br />
खामोश सा एक इंकलाब ...चुप चाप यूँही बस.</em></span></div>
<h6><span style="color:#ff0000;"><em>अब तलक कहाँ थी तुम मिलीं क्यों नहीं मुझे,<br />
मैं सोचता ही रह गया ...चुप चाप यूँही बस.........</em></span></h6>
<h3><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em>"seemadani"</em></span><a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y79sEdHYeo4/SEocfK5YwpI/AAAAAAAAAyI/CNudNHSmU9k/s1600-h/2492086288.jpg"><span style="color:#ff6600;"><em><img style="float:right;cursor:hand;margin:0 0 10px 10px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_y79sEdHYeo4/SEocfK5YwpI/AAAAAAAAAyI/CNudNHSmU9k/s320/2492086288.jpg" border="0" alt="" width="136" height="116" /></em></span></a></h3>
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