tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6334978133025160222024-02-01T19:12:56.602-08:00La nebulosa de mis pensamientosAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.comBlogger33125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-65512563271018551002014-05-04T09:28:00.001-07:002014-05-04T09:28:54.613-07:00True love (lyrics)<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">"True love will find you in the end<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">You'll find out just who was your friend<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-US">Don</span><span lang="EN-US">'</span><span lang="EN-US">t be sad, I
know you will,<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-US">But don</span><span lang="EN-US">'</span><span lang="EN-US">t give up
until<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">True love finds you in the end.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">This is a promise with a catch<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Only if you're looking will it find you<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-US">Cause true love is searching too<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">But how can it recognize you<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Unless you step out into the light?<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span lang="EN-US">But don</span><span lang="EN-US">'</span><span lang="EN-US">t give up
until<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">True love finds
you in the end".</span><span style="font-family: 'Segoe UI', sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-42671647328392882222014-05-04T09:17:00.001-07:002014-05-04T09:17:37.678-07:00Recuerdo<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0.0001pt;">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Me ahorraría pensar que
pudiera cambiar algún día, si tan sólo se marchara y no dejara su rastro
empedernido, travieso y taciturno. Si saliera y cerrara la puerta. Pero más
importante, si yo fuera menos dócil, para no seguirle.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Quiero el recuerdo de cómo
fueron las cosas y lo fluido que resultaba el amor. Cuando éste era fácil,
antes que lo complicáramos.</span><span style="color: red; font-family: Segoe UI, sans-serif; font-size: 9pt;"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-64152341411607814182013-04-25T14:40:00.003-07:002013-04-25T14:40:22.887-07:00Hemingway<div>
<span style="font-family: inherit;">"The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.”</span></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-30316978957972203942013-04-25T10:08:00.001-07:002016-10-14T08:35:05.891-07:00Pensamiento corto #7<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Hasta que no haya coherencia entre las metas y los pasos que damos, los resultados serán exactamente lo contrario a lo que en el fondo estamos buscando. ¿</span><span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;">Estás seguro que caminas hacia lo que deseas y sueñas tú, o pisas el sendero trazado por los demás para ti, por inercia?</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><br /></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-88782411420476406482013-04-25T09:57:00.000-07:002013-04-25T09:57:25.015-07:00Caught off guard<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Tus ojos se posaron sobre mi alma, cual si fueran incapaces de contenerse. Los míos, desesperanzados, alcanzaron a elevarse por un instante y dejarse cautivar. Como un destello vi tu brazo extenderse en mi búsqueda.</span><br /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Quise asirme fuerte, sostener entre mis manos aquello que se llevaría todo dolor, pero lo vi desvanecerse entre mis dedos hasta desaparecer.</span><br style="background-color: white;" /><br style="background-color: white;" /><span style="background-color: white;">Y lo sentí. Sentí la ausencia. Sentí el vacío de no tenerte. Sentí el peso de la soledad.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white;">Creo en la capacidad que tiene el ser humano de superarse,</span><span style="background-color: white;">de convertirse en ese persona que es capaz de ser.</span><span style="background-color: white;">Creo en el potencial.</span><br /><span style="background-color: white;">Creo que todas las personas merecemos tener a alguien que crea en nosotros.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><span style="background-color: white; font-family: inherit;">Creo en que toda persona con buenos sentimientos es capaz de lograr lo que sea.</span><span style="background-color: white;"><br /></span><span style="background-color: white;">Yo creo, porque en el momento en que más lo necesite, alguien creyó en mí.</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white;"><span style="font-family: inherit;"><br /></span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-70290055381542540872013-02-15T10:14:00.002-08:002013-02-15T10:14:59.171-08:00Sintonía<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Cierra los ojos, quiero llevarte al interior, al espacio más recóndito y poco habitado de tu ser, donde las palabras carecen de necesidad y donde los sentidos encuentran su mayor regocijo. </span></span><br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-51622503048588138472013-02-15T10:05:00.004-08:002016-10-14T08:34:28.620-07:00Pensamiento corto #6<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Es darse, y no dar, lo que marca la diferencia.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-3996373822735440042013-02-15T10:05:00.000-08:002013-02-15T10:05:20.110-08:00Becoming yourself<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Everyone who comes in our way is there for an specific reason, every person and/or situation acts like northern stars to guide us where we need to be and who we shall become. </span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">Here and now, you are the product of each decision that you've made and everyone who has walked a way of the road with you.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-55841680156096615122013-02-15T10:03:00.001-08:002013-02-15T10:03:09.294-08:00Nocturna<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">La luciérnaga de la noche brinda, con tan sólo un destello, la certeza de que sigue presente. Se esconde rápidamente tras las invisibles nubes y se hacen presentes éstas a cambio.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-26002680589599528822013-02-15T10:01:00.001-08:002013-02-15T10:01:41.864-08:00Despertar<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">La brisa pasa por mi cabello y le invita a danzar y ser joven, sin saber que al hacerlo le devuelve la vida.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-37797907066673715342013-02-15T09:58:00.004-08:002016-10-14T08:34:06.400-07:00Pensamiento corto #5<span style="background-color: white; color: #222222;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">A la gente se le olvida en el camino que lo que busca desde el principio es la felicidad.</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-27059907048191153402012-12-14T19:15:00.002-08:002012-12-14T19:15:46.481-08:00The Wonder Years quotes<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br /><br />"It's not about forcing happiness, it's about not letting sadness win".<br /><br />"Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what's to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead to what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn't have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves... for growing up".<br /><br />"After all, if growing up is war, then the friends who grew up with you deserve a special respect. The ones who stuck by you shoulder to shoulder, in a time when nothing was certain, all life lay ahead, and every road led home".<br /> <br />"Sometimes to keep growing together, you have to grow apart. If you're lucky you can get a second chance with the one you love. Sometimes luck isn't enough. Love can kill you… It can tear you apart. But it can bring you back together".<br /> <br />"Things in life can get lost without any certainty of finding them again".<br /> <br />"I'd taken something most people never have and thrown it away for something less. I'd been so busy trying to impress the people that didn't really matter and I'd torn apart the only ones that did...us".<br /><br />"Every war has its casualties, and every victory its price. But life goes on".<br /><br />"Every kid needs a hero - everybody knows that. They teach us about courage, about ideals about life. Sometimes heroes are easy to spot. But sometimes they turn up in unlikely places." <br /><br />"All our young lives we search for someone to love. Someone who makes us complete. We choose partners and change partners. We dance to a song of heartbreak and hope... all the while wondering if somewhere, somehow, there's someone perfect... who might be searching for us."<br /><br />"I'm not sure how I did it. My memory begins with the crack of the bat, and the sight of the ball rising. Maybe that's not exactly the way it happened. But that's the way it should have happened, and that's the way I like to remember it. And if dreams and memories sometimes get confused well... that's as it should be. Because every kid deserves to be a hero... every kid already is."<br /><br />"Teachers never die. They live in your memory forever. They were there when you arrived, they were there when you left. Like fixtures. Once in a while they taught you something. But not that often. And, you never really knew them, any more than they knew you. Still, for awhile, you believed in them. And, if you were lucky, maybe there was one who believed in you."<br /><br />"You start out life with a clean slate. Then you begin to make your mark. You face decisions, make choices. You keep moving forward. But sooner or later there comes a time where you look back over where you have been... and wonder who you really are."<br /><br />"When you're a kid, it's simple. Christmas is magic. It's a time of miracles, when reindeer can fly, and Frosty never melts. Then you get older. Somehow, things change. The magic begins to fade. Until something happens that reminds you, at Christmas time... miracles still can be found. Sometimes in the most unexpected places."<br /><br />"Over the course of the average lifetime you meet a lot of people. Some of them stick with you through thick and thin. Some weave their way through your life and disappear forever. But once in a while someone comes along who earns a permanent place in your heart."<br /><br />"We took our time. There was no need to hurry. Didn't seem there was that much to go back to. Still, that night, driving home through the neighborhood I grew up in, I realized something. There was a time I knew every family on the block. Their kids, names of their dogs, but most of those families were gone now. Scattered. The ones who stayed were not the same. The world had moved on. My world... their world. And only the lights remained the same."<br /><br /><div>
"But the thing is, that was all we did. Maybe it was happening too fast. Maybe we wanted to hold on to what we had. Or maybe we both knew there were other things we had to find before we found each other. All we really knew for sure was, as we sat there, looking out over the lights of the town where we had grown up together, it all felt right. It all felt...perfect."<br /><br />"When you're a little kid you're a bit of everything; Scientist, Philosopher, Artist. Sometimes it seems like growing up is giving these things up one at a time".<br /><br />"Love is never simple. Not for fathers and sons. We spend our lives full of hope and expectations. And most of the time we are bound to fail. But that afternoon as I watched my father sheltering his son against a future that was so unsure, all I knew was they didn’t want to let each other down anymore". <br /><br />"In 7th grade, who you are is what other 7th graders say you are. The funny thing is it’s hard to remember the names of the kids you spent so much time trying to impress".<br /><br />"And so it finally happened. My poor, twelve-year-old heart finally crumbled into a little pile of dust and blew away. It was over. I was never going to get her back. It was time for a little self-respect. It was time to let go. Time to move on." <br /><br />"Love can tear you apart, it can kill you. But if you're lucky, it can put you back together."<br /><br />"And it was then I realized that I was only a part of the past, so there was nothing I could do but go. Except I didn't. . . I couldn't. "<br /> </div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-90967915615980248252012-10-28T14:09:00.000-07:002012-12-14T19:15:59.446-08:00Entre un trimestre y otro<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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La foto lo describe todo. Durante el trimestre esto no es más que un blog abandonado. Las clases me mantienen más que ocupada pero por corto tiempo intento hacerme sentir un poco.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-53448134461767150512012-06-25T20:42:00.002-07:002012-06-25T21:25:47.093-07:00Cast Away<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">Chuck Noland</b><span style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;">: We both had done the math. Kelly added it all up and... knew she had to let me go. I added it up, and knew that I had... lost her. 'cos I was never gonna get off that island. I was gonna die there, totally alone. I was gonna get sick, or get injured or something. The only choice I had, the only thing I could control was when, and how, and where it was going to happen. So... I made a rope and I went up to the summit, to hang myself. I had to test it, you know? Of course. You know me. And the weight of the log, snapped the limb of the tree, so I-I - , I couldn't even kill myself the way I wanted to. I had power over *nothing*. And that's when this feeling came over me like a warm blanket. I knew, somehow, that I had to stay alive. Somehow. I had to keep breathing. Even though there was no reason to hope. And all my logic said that I would never see this place again. So that's what I did. I stayed alive. I kept breathing. And one day my logic was proven all wrong because the tide came in, and gave me a sail. And now, here I am. I'm back. In Memphis, talking to you. I have ice in my glass... And I've lost her all over again. I'm so sad that I don't have Kelly. But I'm so grateful that she was with me on that island. And I know what I have to do now. I gotta keep breathing. Because tomorrow the sun will rise. Who knows what the tide could bring? </span>
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<span style="color: #333333; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: inherit;">-Cast Away (2000)</span></span>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-16151138418054443452012-05-19T20:04:00.000-07:002012-12-14T19:17:17.342-08:00Generation waking up<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Video motivacional sobre nuestro papel como jóvenes en esta sociedad. Es hora de despertar. ¿Qué esperas?Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-56289057028046695432012-05-01T18:19:00.001-07:002012-05-01T18:25:25.949-07:00Reflection-Mulan<div style="text-align: center;">
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Look at me </div>
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You may think you see who I really am </div>
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<b>But you'll never know me </b></div>
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Every day </div>
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It's as if I play a part </div>
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Now I see </div>
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If I wear a mask </div>
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I can fool the world </div>
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But I cannot fool my heart </div>
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Who is that girl I see </div>
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Staring straight back at me? </div>
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<b>When will my reflection show </b></div>
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<b>Who I am inside? </b></div>
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I am now </div>
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In a world where I </div>
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And what I believe in </div>
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But somehow </div>
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What's inside my heart </div>
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And be loved for who I am </div>
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Who is that girl I see </div>
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Staring straight back at me? </div>
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Why is my reflection </div>
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Someone I don't know? </div>
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Must I pretend that I'm </div>
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Someone else for all time? </div>
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When will my reflection show </div>
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Who I am inside? </div>
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There's a heart that must be </div>
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Free to fly </div>
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That burns with a need to know </div>
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The reason why </div>
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<b>Why must we all conceal </b></div>
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<b>Must there be a secret me </b></div>
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<span style="font-weight: bold;">I'm forced to hide?</span> </div>
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I won't pretend that I'm </div>
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Someone else for all time </div>
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When will my reflection show </div>
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Who I am inside?</div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-74451649879255291692012-05-01T11:12:00.000-07:002012-05-19T20:04:41.186-07:00Midnight<br />
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<span lang="EN-US">Sometimes I
wonder what happens to the brain after midnight. It’s like it decides it doesn’t want you to sleep, and does the greatest effort so you don’t. I find
it amazing because all the good conversation topics that you’ve looking for all
day come to your mind at this time, when you’re exhausted. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">All my
favorite conversations have taken place in this time and, even though my body
resented it on the morning, it was worth it. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">For me, 12am has it's magic.</span></div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-64043859090516820042012-04-30T13:03:00.002-07:002016-10-14T08:33:43.298-07:00Pensamiento corto #4<br />
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people are so afraid to be loved, even when it’s all they’re looking for.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-47347021640509411222012-04-30T12:41:00.001-07:002013-05-03T16:16:33.781-07:00Some movie quotes<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"The worth of a life is not determined by a single failure or a solitary success".</i> -The Emperor's Club <br /> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“Why are you trying so hard to fit in when you were born to stand out?”</i> - What a girl wants <br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"Some people can't believe in themselves until someone else believes in them first".</i> - Good Will Hunting <br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“I don't want to cram in sex or guns or car chases or characters learning profound life lessons or growing or coming to like each other or overcome obstacles to succeed in the end. The book isn't like that, and life isn't like that, it just isn't”.</i> -Adaptation <br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything”.</i> -Fight Club <br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“The things you own end up owning you”. </i>-Fight Club </span></div>
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<i><span style="font-family: inherit;">“I don't think you're quitting because you believe these things you say. I don't. I think you want to believe them, because you're quitting. And you want me to agree with you, and you want me to say, </span></i><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"Yeah, yeah, yeah. You're right. It's all fucked up. It's a fucking mess. We should all go live in a fucking log cabin. But I won't. I don't agree with you. I do not. I can't”.</i> -Se7en </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“Wanting people to listen, you can’t just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you’ll notice you’ve got their strict attention”. </i>- Se7en </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“I just don't think I can continue to live in a place that embraces and nurtures apathy as if it was virtue”.</i> -Se7en <br /> </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“There are some hurts that you never completely get over. And you think that time will diminish their presence and to a degree it does, but it still hurts because well, hurt hurts”.</i> - The Story of Us <br /> <br /><i>“Love is an accident waiting to happen, Desire is a stranger you think you know, Intimacy is a lie we tell ourselves, Truth is a game we play to win. Those who believe in love at first sight never stop looking”. </i>- Closer </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“Some memories are best forgotten”.</i> - Memento </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“Everybody's hell is different. It's not all fire and pain. The real hell is your life gone wrong”.</i> - What Dreams May Come<br /><br /><i>"Don't ever let somebody tell you...You can't do something".</i> - The Pursuit of Happyness <br /><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>“Sometimes the simplest idea can make the biggest difference”.</i> - Pay It Forward</span></div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-633497813302516022.post-41579721096768294422012-04-28T14:08:00.003-07:002012-04-30T12:17:34.058-07:00Shawshank Redemption quotes<i>“Some birds aren't meant to be caged. Their feathers are just too bright. And when they fly away, the part of you that knows it was a sin to lock them up does rejoice. But still, the place you live in is that much more drab and empty that they're gone. I guess I just miss my friend".<br /><br />“I have no idea to this day what those two Italian ladies were singing about. Truth is, I don't wanna know. Sometthings are best left unsaid. I'd like to think they were singing about something so beautiful it can't be expressed in words, and it makes your heart ache because of it. I tell you those voices soared, higher and farther than anybody in a grey place dares to dream. It was like some beautiful bird flapped into our drab little cage and made these walls dissolve away, and for the briefest of moments, every last man in Shawshank felt free”. <br /><br />“Fear can hold you prisoner… Hope can set you free”.<br /><br />“Everybody's afraid of something. That's how we know we care about things… when we're scared to lose them”.</i>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15892855731560889724noreply@blogger.com0