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Intrigued
"My Reader"
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Mr Mystery, 44/Male
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| Last login: | over 3 weeks ago |
| Join date: | 16 years, 6 months, 4 days ago |
| Location: | South Africa
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| "For those who believe, no explanation is needed, for those who do not, no explanation would be enough." |
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About me:
“The most beautiful thing we can experience is the mysterious. It is the source of all true art and all science. He to whom this emotion is a stranger, who can no longer pause to wonder and stand rapt in awe, is as good as dead: his eyes are closed.” - Albert Einstein
“Be extremely subtle, even to the point of formlessness. Be extremely mysterious, even to the point of soundlessness. Thereby you can be the director of the opponent's fate.” - Sun Tzu
“The moment one gives close attention to any thing, even a blade of grass it becomes a mysterious, awesome, indescribably magnificent world in itself.” - Henry Miller
“There comes that mysterious meeting in life when someone acknowledges who we are and what we can be, igniting the circuits of our highest potential.” - Rusty Berkus
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About you:
To me it does not matter who or what you are, if you have a friendly disposition, and a zest for life, love and laughter, if you possess youth eternal within your soul, then it is you.
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| Looking for: | Friendship |
| Orientation: | Unspecified
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Mr's tales
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Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow; Don't walk behind me, I may not lead; Walk beside me, and just be my friend. Albert Camus
Mr Mystery "My Reader" Intrigued
- 16 years, 6 months, 4 days ago
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Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Others stay awhile, make footprints on our hearts and we are never, ever the same.
Mr Mystery "My Reader" Intrigued
- 16 years, 6 months, 4 days ago
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"Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident. Your mother and I had it, we had roots that grew towards each other underground, and when all the pretty blossom had fallen from our branches we found that we were one tree and not two. - Captain Corelli's Mandolin. "Love is the beauty of the soul." --St. Augustine
Mr Mystery "My Reader" Intrigued
- 16 years, 6 months, 4 days ago
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Friendship! Mysterious cement of the soul, Sweet'ner of life, and solder of society. Robert Blair
Mr Mystery "My Reader" Intrigued
- 16 years, 6 months, 4 days ago
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Purity is not imposed upon us as though it were a kind of punishment, it is one of those mysterious but obvious conditions of that supernatural knowledge of ourselves in the Divine, which we speak of as faith. Impurity does not destroy this knowledge, it slays our need for it. Georges Bernanos
Mr Mystery "My Reader" Intrigued
- 16 years, 6 months, 4 days ago
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