True, you never know! Nah, he knows anyways!Originally Posted by LadyWentworth
In Classic's defense, I don't think she should announce it if she doesn't want to.This person just might pop up again.
True, you never know! Nah, he knows anyways!In Classic's defense, I don't think she should announce it if she doesn't want to.
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
What's the fun in that?In Classic's defense, I don't think she should announce it if she doesn't want to.
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
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See! Lady's on my side!
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
What's the fun in that?
Maybe girls never admit it, Dori. Not even when the guy's dead!
Anyway, it's a sort of right she has, as a woman. To live platonicly ... With men it DOESN'T work out, definitely!
Men who live platonlicly are unhappy.---
Libri*
Girls also don't want to admit the fact that men like to kiss way more often than they do. I don't know why that's hard, but just admit it, it's okay, we understand that you're less romantic than we are.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
Haha you missed my above post, Libri! I said that he already knows I had a crush on him! lolMaybe girls never admit it, Dori. Not even when the guy's dead!
Anyway, it's a sort of right she has, as a woman. To live platonicly ... With men it DOESN'T work out, definitely!
Men who live platonlicly are unhappy.---
Libri*
I'm weary with right-angles, abbreviated daylight,
Waiting for a winter to be done.
Why do I still see you in every mirrored window,
In all that I could never overcome?
Girls also don't want to admit the fact that men like to kiss way more often than they do. I don't know why that's hard, but just admit it, it's okay, we understand that you're less romantic than we are.You both are right.Maybe girls never admit it, Dori. Not even when the guy's dead!
Anyway, it's a sort of right she has, as a woman. To live platonicly ... With men it DOESN'T work out, definitely!
Men who live platonlicly are unhappy.---
Libri*
com-pas-sion (n.) [ME. & OFr. <LL. (Ec.) compassio, sympathy < compassus, pp. of compati, to feel pity < L. com-, together + pali, to suffer] sorrow for the sufferings or trouble of another or others, accompanied by an urge to help; deep sympathy; pity
Dostoevsky Forum!
Anyway, it's a sort of right she has, as a woman. To live platonicly ... With men it DOESN'T work out, definitely!
Men who live platonlicly are unhappy.---
Libri*
Forgive me, because I cannot recall the correct source, but I remember reading of a sociological study that looked at the lifespans of married men and women, in comparison to forever single men and women. On average, unmarried men lived longer than married men; additionally, unmarried women lived shorter than married women. Weird, eh? Perhaps, as you say, 'men who live platonically are unhappy,' but that unhappiness lasts longer than marriage!
You lot have no idea what you are talking about!
Another statitics said that in marraiges where the couple are in their later years, if the wife dies before the husband, the husband is more likely to die a few years later than if it was the other way around if the wife survived the husband living for up to 20 years more.
Why is this you wonder?
Well its because men growing up had their mammys to look after them, then they had their wives, so when their wives died, and there was no one around to molly coddle them they went "Oh what am i going to do! I know, i think i'll die."
"Come away O human child!To the waters of the wild, With a faery hand in hand, For the worlds more full of weeping than you can understand."
W.B.Yeats
"If it looks like a Dwarf and smells like a Dwarf, then it's probably a Dwarf (or a latrine wearing dungarees)"
Artemins Fowl and the Lost Colony by Eoin Colfer
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Erm well you can't just say that it doesn't work for any... I have friends who are monks and they are quite happy, very good people. Living as a celebate doesn't mean there's something wrong with you. Actually celebacy can be a very good thing. There's no reason to put limits on things - just because we may have habits doesn't mean we should reinforce them with reinforcing our thinking that they are impossible to break.Maybe girls never admit it, Dori. Not even when the guy's dead!
Anyway, it's a sort of right she has, as a woman. To live platonicly ... With men it DOESN'T work out, definitely!
Men who live platonlicly are unhappy.---
Libri*
Lets not hijack.
maybe it can be avoided by having pets and a good will to live ?
Last edited by NikolaiI; 01-17-2009 at 05:59 PM.
I'm always thinking about doing some gossip magazine/update for this thread, a kind of summary but what the hell am I going to summarise if nobody reveals anything? 'Lit netters discuss whether to reveal crush or not' That's too much excitement! Gahhhh.....BYe for now, till next issue..........
We can never know what to want, because living only one life we can neither compare it with our previous lives, nor perfect it in our lives to come'
Milan Kundera,The Unbearable Lightness of Being
Parce que c'est toi, parce que c'est moi
You both are right.
Last edited by jon1jt; 01-17-2009 at 07:44 PM.
"He was nauseous with regret when he saw her face again, and when, as of yore, he pleaded and begged at her knees for the joy of her being. She understood Neal; she stroked his hair; she knew he was mad."
---Jack Kerouac, On The Road: The Original Scroll
I beg to differ.We have it tough enough with our applepie dreams about love and kissing. And girls are no longer as feverishly sensitive as we are.
"Then I feel, Harry, that I have given away my whole soul to someone who treats it as if it were a flower to put in his coat, a bit of decoration to charm his vanity, an ornament for a summer's day"
Oscar Wilde [The Picture of Dorian Gray]
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