tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-72897223680685322882024-03-13T18:40:54.398+00:00Palavras ao AcasoPalavras que nem sempre me pertencem, mas que reflectem muito de mim e do que sinto...Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-34995911819491044152011-06-15T08:18:00.000+01:002011-06-15T08:18:11.114+01:00Insegurança #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KLGijR-ZPs/TfhcgOioFiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MM_4dYmmTYU/s1600/Bar_Refaeli_7.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="222" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-5KLGijR-ZPs/TfhcgOioFiI/AAAAAAAAAOA/MM_4dYmmTYU/s320/Bar_Refaeli_7.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Sinto-me insegura. Falamos durante tanto tempo no assunto, e desejamos tanto durante algum tempo, que agora que está prestes a acontecer, sinto um grande receio de ter tomado a decisão errada..."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Maria</span></i></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-38607199172376636772011-06-14T09:05:00.000+01:002011-06-14T09:05:52.749+01:00Esperança #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUeg25-Yy_I/TfcWQTt4XBI/AAAAAAAAANY/x8rTgpLLpu8/s1600/Eva_Longoria123.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="180" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yUeg25-Yy_I/TfcWQTt4XBI/AAAAAAAAANY/x8rTgpLLpu8/s320/Eva_Longoria123.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;">"O dia amanheceu, o meu coração vazio de esperança de novo se encheu, apenas com a remota possibilidade de novo te ver entrar."</div><div style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>Maria</i></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-27862861654571885092011-06-04T10:55:00.000+01:002011-06-04T10:55:24.819+01:00Alma #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HiZdwO-l5CY/TeoA_lqU8zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xqy-si85xtE/s1600/Looking_in_Mirror_by_VLBjuliemir.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-HiZdwO-l5CY/TeoA_lqU8zI/AAAAAAAAANQ/xqy-si85xtE/s1600/Looking_in_Mirror_by_VLBjuliemir.jpg" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Usamos espelhos para ver o rosto e a arte para ver a alma."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>George Bernard Shaw</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-30722569738506248112011-06-03T10:33:00.000+01:002011-06-03T10:33:18.647+01:00Alegria #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aSAio2UBOY/TeiqUA23hII/AAAAAAAAAMs/UVGr_xYick8/s1600/Simple_Happiness__by_Sky_flame.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="381" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2aSAio2UBOY/TeiqUA23hII/AAAAAAAAAMs/UVGr_xYick8/s400/Simple_Happiness__by_Sky_flame.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">" A alegria adquire-se. É uma atitude de coragem. Ser alegre não é fácil, é um acto de vontade"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Gaston Courtois</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-2331850622140427452011-06-01T07:20:00.001+01:002011-06-01T07:31:31.669+01:00Desejar #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fC4co0ws654/TeXZ_Vj4CYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s6E8AtMB_Ic/s1600/Desire____by_EroticVisions.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="285" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fC4co0ws654/TeXZ_Vj4CYI/AAAAAAAAAMk/s6E8AtMB_Ic/s400/Desire____by_EroticVisions.jpg" width="400" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">" Resiste a uma tentação e a tua alma adoecerá de desejo pelo que lhe foi vedado"</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Oscar Wilde</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-6700987907523738312011-05-27T10:30:00.000+01:002011-05-27T10:30:27.387+01:00Amar #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhrmOC4kcWw/Td9vC9W6sCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xxa0uSFmIvI/s1600/amor2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WhrmOC4kcWw/Td9vC9W6sCI/AAAAAAAAAL8/xxa0uSFmIvI/s400/amor2.jpg" width="342" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">" Um Ser Humano amar o outro talvez seja a mais difícil das tarefas, a mais importante, o último teste e prova, o trabalho para qual todos os trabalhos só foram uma preparação."</span></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Rainer Maria Rilke</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-47932223391764808922011-05-26T09:46:00.002+01:002011-05-27T10:30:47.840+01:00Tragédia #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADRq2miV3zU/Td4TJuninAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OAVotM78qr4/s1600/sadness_by_kaoruku-d3129bc.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ADRq2miV3zU/Td4TJuninAI/AAAAAAAAAL4/OAVotM78qr4/s400/sadness_by_kaoruku-d3129bc.jpg" width="353" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">" A morte não é a maior tragédia do Ser Humano, é pior quando algo vital dentro da pessoa morre enquanto ela ainda está viva. Essa morte é certamente a coisa mais temível e trágica."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Daisaku Ikeda</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-66466216915528970222011-05-24T08:40:00.001+01:002011-05-27T10:31:10.160+01:00O sonho #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIr7oduXMMk/TdtgzcAPV_I/AAAAAAAAALw/PVxDDAW7CoU/s1600/martin_luther_king.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="213" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SIr7oduXMMk/TdtgzcAPV_I/AAAAAAAAALw/PVxDDAW7CoU/s320/martin_luther_king.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Eu tenho um sonho, de que os meus quatro filhos vivam numa nação onde não sejam julgados pela cor da sua pele, mas pelo seu carácter."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">Martin Luther King</span></i></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-92184544579848777892011-05-23T09:10:00.001+01:002011-05-27T10:31:33.303+01:00Beijo #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmuvD0Flgk0/TdoWRQwfM7I/AAAAAAAAALs/ptWrzpW4uh8/s1600/Kiss_Me_by_kittenkitten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dmuvD0Flgk0/TdoWRQwfM7I/AAAAAAAAALs/ptWrzpW4uh8/s400/Kiss_Me_by_kittenkitten.jpg" width="347" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"O Beijo é um procedimento inteligentemente desenvolvido para a interrupção mútua da fala, quando as palavras tornam-se desnecessárias. "</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Autor Desconhecido</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-87701418311899582842011-05-22T14:01:00.001+01:002011-05-27T10:32:13.002+01:00paixão #1<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzTW0QF83Us/TdkI94kZ1wI/AAAAAAAAALc/YmaLGGlMgsE/s1600/Passion_by_anubiskitten.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BzTW0QF83Us/TdkI94kZ1wI/AAAAAAAAALc/YmaLGGlMgsE/s400/Passion_by_anubiskitten.jpg" width="272" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"Paixão é uma infinidade de ilusões que serve de analgésico para a alma. As paixões são como ventanias que enfurnam as velas dos navios, fazendo-os navegar, outras vezes naufragar, mas se não fossem elas, não haveriam viagens nem aventuras nem novas descobertas."</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Voltaire</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7289722368068532288.post-19728348442374813242011-05-21T09:34:00.001+01:002011-05-27T10:32:29.105+01:00à espera...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj6rWMm741A/Tdd4-BNMaBI/AAAAAAAAALY/6Ve_eHh80EI/s1600/03.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Rj6rWMm741A/Tdd4-BNMaBI/AAAAAAAAALY/6Ve_eHh80EI/s400/03.jpg" width="267" /></a></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;">"(...) Pensou na forma como preenchia os seus dias com actividades, mas apesar disso, uma parte de si estava à espera de algo. À espera dele, à espera do som do cavalo a entrar no pátio e dos passos dele no salão. (...)</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><br />
</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Madeline Hunter em, "Casamento de Conveniência"</i></span></div>Mariahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09601658199099761708noreply@blogger.com6