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> <no Man – No Problem> No Love – No Broken Hearts, Сердцам - не разбиваться: Любви – нет!
Rem61
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I believe, there will be no word about my personal life here, affecting anybody there;

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Любовь стала настолько общим местом – никто и не задумывается, о чем речь, «я люблю» мы скажем о чём угодно, но это даёт ПРАВА: ваш предмет – ваша собственность… и наоборот, ОБЯЗАННОСТИ – вы обязаны всем вашему предмету, раз то ли вы его любите, то ли он вас любит…

Ахинея – полная.

В этой связи я утверждаю: любви – нет!

– нет никакого ОБЩЕГО явления, одинаково переживаемого всеми! – у всех это – по-своему! – поэтому, назвать что-то любовью – это ваше абсолютно ЛИЧНОЕ, никому более не понятное и никого не касающееся; - с другой стороны, коль скоро это – ЧЬЁ-ТО ЛИЧНОЕ – невозможно его постичь и не надо пытаться!

Как иллюстрацию здесь можно привести попытку лезть с фонариком в потёмки чужой души – а не выйдет!

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Meanwhile I’d like to define some things here in order I could use them in my life, I could say it to my friends as abt smth I could see, and touch, and taste – not abt a work of imagination only;

I’d like to talk about – say it – attraction;

The world around shows – we, humans, are attracted by loads of things: by people of opposite gender, of the same gender, by delicacy, by comfort, by power, etc. It starts suddenly, on event, when we see / feel smbdy / smth and our internal world responds some special way – unexpected joy etc. & attraction;

Should we start yelling immediately: IT’S LOVE ! - I LOVE HER / HIM ! - I LOVE YOU ! - ?

probably - not;

wadayasay?

<to be continued>
 
 
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Rem61
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Image for attraction – shouldn't we take care of it ? smile.gif and we’re capable to do it perfectly; from other hand – if you don’t – you haven’t got smile.gif , like this:

“One man had been looking for an ideal woman for ages – and found her… but she was looking for an ideal man” smile.gif

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Different attractions – which one is stronger, deeper, more looking like You-Only-Know-What?

It seems to me, our attractions are a great deal of work of our own imagination, we grow up this bouquet inside of us: a beautiful one, wonderful one – born by the first glance smile.gif , but the second one might freeze it out smile.gif – so take your second glance asap, resist your attraction as much as possible – and do not get your heart broken easily smile.gif ; or it'd be better to enjoy you blind happiness as much as possible and then say let-it-be? smile.gif

 
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Dorian Gray rushed behind the scenes into the greenroom. The girl was standing there alone, with a look of triumph on her face. Her eyes were lit with an exquisite fire. There was a radiance about her. Her parted lips were smiling over some secret of their own.
When he entered, she looked at him, and an expression of infinite joy came over her. "How badly I acted to-night, Dorian!" she cried.
"Horribly!" he answered, gazing at her in amazement. "Horribly! It was dreadful. Are you ill? You have no idea what it was. You have no idea what I suffered."
The girl smiled. "Dorian," she answered, lingering over his name with long-drawn music in her voice, as though it were sweeter than honey to the red petals of her mouth. "Dorian, you should have understood. But you understand now, don't you?"
"Understand what?" he asked, angrily.
"Why I was so bad to-night. Why I shall always be bad. Why I shall never act well again."
He shrugged his shoulders. "You are ill, I suppose. When you are ill you shouldn't act. You make yourself ridiculous. My friends were bored. I was bored."
She seemed not to listen to him. She was transfigured with joy. An ecstasy of happiness dominated her.
"Dorian, Dorian," she cried, "before I knew you, acting was the one reality of my life. It was only in the theatre that I lived. I thought that it was all true. I was Rosalind one night and Portia the other. The joy of Beatrice was my joy, and the sorrows of Cordelia were mine also. I believed in everything. The common people who acted with me seemed to me to be godlike. The painted scenes were my world. I knew nothing but shadows, and I thought them real. You came--oh, my beautiful love!-- and you freed my soul from prison. You taught me what reality really is. To-night, for the first time in my life, I saw through the hollowness, the sham, the silliness of the empty pageant in which I had always played. To-night, for the first time, I became conscious that the Romeo was hideous, and old, and painted, that the moonlight in the orchard was false, that the scenery was vulgar, and that the words I had to speak were unreal, were not my words, were not what I wanted to say. You had brought me something higher, something of which all art is but a reflection. You had made me understand what love really is. My love! My love! Prince Charming! Prince of life! I have grown sick of shadows. You are more to me than all art can ever be. What have I to do with the puppets of a play? When I came on to-night, I could not understand how it was that everything had gone from me. I thought that I was going to be wonderful. I found that I could do nothing. Suddenly it dawned on my soul what it all meant. The knowledge was exquisite to me. I heard them hissing, and I smiled. What could they know of love such as ours? Take me away, Dorian--take me away with you, where we can be quite alone. I hate the stage. I might mimic a passion that I do not feel, but I cannot mimic one that burns me like fire. Oh, Dorian, Dorian, you understand now what it signifies? Even if I could do it, it would be profanation for me to play at being in love. You have made me see that."
He flung himself down on the sofa and turned away his face. "You have killed my love," he muttered.
She looked at him in wonder and laughed. He made no answer. She came across to him, and with her little fingers stroked his hair. She knelt down and pressed his hands to her lips. He drew them away, and a shudder ran through him.
Then he leaped up and went to the door. "Yes," he cried, "you have killed my love. You used to stir my imagination. Now you don't even stir my curiosity. You simply produce no effect. I loved you because you were marvellous, because you had genius and intellect, because you realized the dreams of great poets and gave shape and substance to the shadows of art. You have thrown it all away. You are shallow and stupid. My God! how mad I was to love you! What a fool I have been! You are nothing to me now. I will never see you again. I will never think of you. I will never mention your name. You don't know what you were to me, once. Why, once . . . Oh, I can't bear to think of it! I wish I had never laid eyes upon you! You have spoiled the romance of my life. How little you can know of love, if you say it mars your art! Without your art, you are nothing. I would have made you famous, splendid, magnificent. The world would have worshipped you, and you would have borne my name. What are you now? A third-rate actress with a pretty face."
The girl grew white, and trembled. She clenched her hands together, and her voice seemed to catch in her throat. "You are not serious, Dorian?" she murmured. "You are acting."
"Acting! I leave that to you. You do it so well," he answered bitterly.
She rose from her knees and, with a piteous expression of pain in her face, came across the room to him. She put her hand upon his arm and looked into his eyes. He thrust her back. "Don't touch me!" he cried.
A low moan broke from her, and she flung herself at his feet and lay there like a trampled flower. "Dorian, Dorian, don't leave me!" she whispered. "I am so sorry I didn't act well. I was thinking of you all the time. But I will try--indeed, I will try. It came so suddenly across me, my love for you. I think I should never have known it if you had not kissed me-- if we had not kissed each other. Kiss me again, my love. Don't go away from me. I couldn't bear it. Oh! don't go away from me. My brother . . . No; never mind. He didn't mean it. He was in jest. . . . But you, oh! can't you forgive me for to-night? I will work so hard and try to improve. Don't be cruel to me, because I love you better than anything in the world. After all, it is only once that I have not pleased you. But you are quite right, Dorian. I should have shown myself more of an artist. It was foolish of me, and yet I couldn't help it. Oh, don't leave me, don't leave me." A fit of passionate sobbing choked her. She crouched on the floor like a wounded thing, and Dorian Gray, with his beautiful eyes, looked down at her, and his chiselled lips curled in exquisite disdain. There is always something ridiculous about the emotions of people whom one has ceased to love. Sibyl Vane seemed to him to be absurdly melodramatic. Her tears and sobs annoyed him.

"I am going," he said at last in his calm clear voice. "I don't wish to be unkind, but I can't see you again. You have disappointed me."
She wept silently, and made no answer, but crept nearer. Her little hands stretched blindly out, and appeared to be seeking for him. He turned on his heel and left the room. In a few moments he was out of the theatre.

 

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