Love is a grace, not a means to an end. Love is everything, from love to love.
This is the most memorable line in the movie "Love in the Time of Cholera".
When Fermina and Ariza, who were in their seventies, kissed in the golden sunlight on the cruise, time seemed to stand still.
A lifetime of waiting and searching, solidified at that moment. I believe that is the eternity of life.
Ariza has been waiting for this day all her life, from the beginning of her love life to her old age. The lost time between them could not dilute his persistent love for her.
Every time he met her, or passed by, he had a happy expression on his face. Even the tears of loss, but also with the tolerance of love.
No matter who he was in the arms of, the one he loved was always Fermina.
At first, he didn't like Ariza. Over the years, he had an affair with 622 women. In this way, I can't believe that he still retains the original pure love for Fermina.
Until Fermina's husband died, he solemnly said to his new love, I'm getting married, and then plunged into the same crazy emotional frenzy as it was more than fifty years ago.
Even if he was angrily rejected by her, he still insisted on continuing to write to her, even if she never replied, he still wrote one after another until she allowed him to visit.
53 years, finally a magnificent romance novel.
If it were you, would you have the courage to protect such a relationship with your whole life? Still, like Fermina, she will abandon her fantasy, face reality, and move on with her life.
Fermina chose a wealthy and stable marriage. In the long fifty years, I still feel that "difficulties outweigh joys, too many unnecessary quarrels, and too much anger."
I believe that Fermina's husband loves her, but does Fermina love him?
From the very beginning, she was indifferent to him, and she married him entirely because she followed her father's wishes and went to his noble profession and wealthy family business.
This is probably the smart choice for many sane people these days, many of whom have done it and are doing fine.
But are their souls really happy?
But there is no right or wrong for this choice. All lost and all gained.
Everyone's standards are different. Living your life the way you do is what matters.
For me, the enjoyment of a certain spirit, although it is unspeakable, can always be happy in my heart.
Yes, it has long been accustomed to the color of a layer of mist that separates you. I can't touch you, but it's looming.
Like Ariza, keep writing letters, day after day. Even if there is never a day to reply, it is still year after year.
Sometimes I even feel ashamed of myself. But just want you to see that I've been here.
Life, the future, are too uncertain, and I just want to meet you.
I have traveled to many places, but you are undoubtedly the most beautiful scenery in my life.
Reminds me of Ender's "Turtle" story.
Yes, as long as you keep going step by step, you will definitely get there. My decision is immutable.
Although a little tired, I feel very happy. "I keep saying, I'll be there on time," she said.
Being independent can be tough at times, but it can also give you unexpected --
wonderful experiences.
There is no perfect story, no perfect love, no perfect life.
This is not the cruelty of reality, but the so-called perfection, not the state of everything in the world.
It is your state of mind. Everything comes from the heart.
Love is a journey. Regardless of the choice. Treat each other well.
Love is enduring patience and kindness. Love is never ending.
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