Ps. I Love You |შინაარსი | ციტატები|
შინაარსი: ეს არის ისტორია ახლად დაქვრივებულ ქალზე, რომელსაც მთელი გულით უყვარდა და რომელიც მთელი გულით უყვარდათ, ახალი თაყვანისმცემლების მიუხედავად ის ვერ ივიწყებს გარდაცვლილ ქმარს, რომელმაც წინასწარვე იცოდა სასიკვდილო დაავადების შესახებ, ამიტომაც სიკვდილამდე მთელი წლით ადრე წერილების დაწერა დაიწყო, რომელიც გარდაცვალების შემდეგ დაქვრივებულ მეუღლეს მისდის და ბევრ ნიუანსსაც კარნახობს..
"Finding someone you love and who loves you back is a wonderful, wonderful feeling. But finding a true soul mate is an even better feeling. A soul mate is someone who understands you like no other, loves you like no other, will be there for you forever, no matter what. They say that nothing lasts forever, but I am a firm believer in the fact that for some, love lives on even after we're gone.” "Shoot for the moon, even if you fail, you'll land among the stars”
"Don't be afraid to fall in love again. Open your heart and follow where it leads you...and remember, shoot for the moon.”
"what a luxury it was for people to hold their loved ones whenever they wanted”
"Their plan had been very simple: to stay together for the rest of their lives. ” "...God leads you to it and takes you through it.”
"She had been given a wonderful gift: life. Sometimes it was cruelly taken away too soon, but it's what you did with it that counted, not how long it lasted.”
"Sometimes there is only one thing left to say, P. S. I Love You....”
"On the other hand, she was a women with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories. Whether it happened in ten months or ten years, Holly would obey Gerry's final message. Whatever lay ahead, she knew she would open her heart and follow where it led. In the meantime, she would just live.” "Holly's theory about the army," Sharon explained. And what is it?" Denise asked, intrigued. Oh, that fighting for peace is like screwing for virginity.
"She was a woman who made mistakes, who sometimes cried on a Monday morning or at night alone in bed. She was a woman who often became bored with her life and found it hard to get up for work in the morning. She was a woman who more often than not had a bad hair day, who looked in the mirror and wondered why she couldn't just drag herself to the gym more often; she was a woman who sometimes questioned what reason had she to live on this planet. She was a woman who sometimes just got things wrong. On the other hand, she was a woman with a million happy memories, who knew what it was like to experience true love and who was ready to experience more life, more love and make new memories.” "She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone.”
"Most of all she loved that when she hugged him her head would rest neatly just below his chin, where she could feel his breath lightly blowing her hair and tickling her head.”
"You gotta be rich to be insane, Hol. Losing your mind is not a luxury for the middle class.” "She needed to talk, she needed to cry, she needed to vent all her frustrations and disappointments.”
"Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.” "Nobody's life is filled with perfect little moments. And if it were, they wouldn't be perfect little moments. They would just be normal. How would you ever know happiness if you never experience downs?”
"So many objects, so many memories. Each was being labelled and packed away in bags just as it was in her mind. To be stored in an area that would sometime be called upon to teach and help in future life.” "Seeming and being are not one and the same.”
"One must not speak of such things. One is still scarred from that experience.”
"I don't know why men like to barbecue so much. Maybe its the only thing they can cook. Or maybe they're just closet pyromaniacs.”
"Her best friend was gone and nobody understood that no amount of makeup, fresh air or shopping was going to fill the hole in her heart.” "His entired life bundled into wenty refuse sacks. His and her memories bundle away in Holly's mind. Each item unearthed dust, tears, laughter and memories. She bagged the items, cleared the dust, wiped her eyes and filed away the memories.” "Holly smiled weakly. Gerry would know exactly how she was feeling, he would know exactly what to say and he would know exactly what to do. He would give her one of his famous hugs and all her problems would melt away. She grabbed a pillow from her bed and hugged it tight. She couldn't remember the last time she hugged someone, really hugged someone. And the depressing thing was that she couldn't imagine ever embracing anyone the same way again.” |
