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На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings...

Book by Will Advise · 43 quotes · Dreams, Hearts, Love

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На чист Български...: Pristine Bulgarian sayings... Quotes

“Gone the longest time you were, you my eyes long haven’t crossed, but my heart, alone from her, different past remembers, lost: how like children we would play, how we laughed without dismay, how the silence wide and lost, was of ours the pleasure most…”

“Almost here with me, you seem to be, you do, every song, each sound, that’s new, is you, almost is enough, if just for me you are, passionate, my blood will boil for you, my star, of you I think when raindrops pure, make you seem like sky, or clouds, or sun, or stars; - the stars, afar from, always shining soft, each evening, their light is needed, for needs do come oft…”

“Bright blue/green eyes I adore, with me for them admiration I store, yet I have a woman in my life, brightly eyed, that I love, like a wife. I love the sky at early dawn, when ancient sorrow it makes gone, I love the sea, where birds would soar, ever moments with her I adore.”

“My sorrow in the nights of past I left, all the sadness from your lack, at rest, since you’re with me, lacking, the world is aglow, back at folk advice I throw; if I took advice, I’d about you forget, I’d think of another, myself loose I’d let, yet I wouldn’t always remain just this calm, confined in myself, I’d hold me in my palm…”

“Romance is a game where the smiling would spar, overcoming shells that totally fake are, thinking of how the opposing force feels, even if dating with her can’t be real, the game mainly is delving minds ever slow, from nothing to love getting, not for the show, you need just experience, patience, soft calm, just sometimes to nonchalant be with your palms…”

“I didn’t have memories, new I made, this, beneath ancient evergreen Populus trees… Yes, evergreen Populus trees always are, yet with cold I’m not one that’s well known to spar… With gentle headstrongness I made my own path, with which I can get to the forest(, like Plath)… In forests, folk sparce are, yet all of the trees, growing like soldiers, to be many are free…”

“When your heart, from chills, is stiff, feint memories, of remembrance will come like a whiff, warm your heart will, they will melt the ice, and again you will feel nice, memories like that a pier constitute, where your ship can rest, where again life is cute, there you can go in all times of need, when it’s hope you need, on your hope you can feed…”

“May every morning for us carefree be, may every morning make us feel free, our dreams with us to be for life, like fleets of ships, in skies to sail, running rife… Our smiles to bring to others joy, hearts with sweetness filling every ploy, our life - lifelike, like on ancient tapes, to live in the moment, from youth to not escape…”

“Can love be eternal? That is the question. Can it be like spring, or a bird in the sky? To young kids, according, all life bound is by it, and things like the sky, or the mountains, or sea. If you ask the old folk, if they still with others talk, even if their hearts hold winter, love is there, they still are with her. Loving is to be. Dreams are all that’s left, agree.”

“Should you be gone, I think of others not, my mind in, like a wife, your spot, when you’re here, I feel you close, since one we are, elan of, you just give me dose; when we are together, the world is for us, each-other to gaze at, true rapture feeling, plus; when we’re gone, the world will still be here, love there will still be, yet others with, that’s clear…”

“Water is pristine (I cry), when transparent it remains, clean it falls right off the sky, soft or heavy (with my pain). Soft it falls, when the drops are small, heavy fall the larger balls - numerous the drops that fall…”

“The nights again will be on fire, like this, - forever, I’ll look, without you, freshness for; beneath the eternal ancient Populus trees, and freshness I’ll find in the night, above all… And winter will come later, once more, again, when vile winds will howl right outside, being mean, yet there, in the heart, with no refrain, I will have softness, dreamlike, clean…”

“Time flows slowly onward, yet our dreams remain the same, always calmness bring they forward, dreams, without, you can’t be sane, even if your plans are, well, advanced, dreams will turn you from friends to fianced. All in life should dreams be made of, that way all is happiness from above, every dream of smiles can be made, healed and happy our hearts they shade…”

“If it’s not immortal, it cannot be love, said the poet, but the people, each know better, how exactly they should swim, in each sea, yet they are fatter, none they hear, advice with full. The way up is easy – you love till the end, and you sing your song, till you can be there, in Heaven, alone.”

“The inconsistencies In me, always grow, each day, by three, I think - from feeling, I refrain, if I’m true - that’s who I am; when I’m with others - I’m without, with you I grow - alone I sprout, every person needs a dream, even if alone they seem…”

“While for you I waited, to life I dreamed this, for others - a memory - marvellous kiss, soft your dreamy frame in my mid-summer shades, you were right ahead, behind me - Heaven’s gates, yet Heaven is surely right out of this world, thus, you with, I’m left, in a dream, that unfurls… Whenever I need a woman, like you, that is perfect, I don’t wait to grow wings, for wings aren’t worth it, I’m sure that whenever, succumb I, to death, right with me you will be, in my last (smiling) breath…”

“When dreams are new realities, and those dreams are free from oddities, time just stops for every dream, till it is real, or real it seems... When we stop to dream, for a moment, my friend, we just lose ourselves, our dreams we just lend; the consequence of this is clear, we are grown-up children here... When children are forced to grow up in no time, what’s left is for them to grow up in the mind, to rise above everything – all else – a sky, a fruit tree, whose fruit all the people can try... Whenever it rains - the sky, it is crying again, no reason, no sense, like a baby, whose diaper is stained, yet there is one ancient truth you should now know: right after the darkness, Dawn’s face always shows...”

“When your voice is soft like snow, all the words you pick to show, that even your nothing can be a good rhyme. Like snow, since of water, the snowflakes are made, the water flows soft, yet it cuts right through jade… Words make a path, in Eternal mind-planes, while thoughts turn to actions, eternal, from brains… Our actions are done sometimes meaning without, And someone once wrote, they give dreams here… about. Somewhere in the boundless grey mists dreams sprout…”

“You will always mine be, while I am always yours, you bring me joy and calm, your hug - a sweet repose; if you are next to me, to be always calm, I may, during winter or summer, each night and day; yet I always want you to know just this: life is life, when dreams are bliss, dreams to carry, follow, be, of you I dream, like you’re with me…”

“Chidren wish for a world pristine, poets, to think, need a sheet that is clean, clean, if, the sky, means the weather is good, clear water - a mirror, reflects, like it should, clear thoughts make for a clearer mind, clean must be every creature, in kind, over every forest, the air is clean, every tree has its own dream…”

“With you, life would be a pleasant dream, a dream where all alone, just two, we are, outside of which, this pleasant dream, nothing left that’s true we’d have to spar; yet my life without you wanes, so I’m left with just my dreams, each dream I live - there all is well, though, - my dreams without a flame like embers glow…”

“I’m happy again, since you are by my side, I’m always with you, even if it’s just in my mind; I’ve decided that I’m destined for you, while you are a delightful dream come true, a dream from which no waking I require, nothing else my days to tire; raptured, with you, I’d live, in my dream, since there you are real, a dream that’s agleam… I’ll go to sleep now, so with you I’ll seem.”