tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11948226137718843612024-03-05T03:23:52.294-03:00Frase de Amor, Frases de Amor e CarinhoPara mostrar o quanto se pode amar!Blogadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00508039577491745861noreply@blogger.comBlogger675125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-81879321170307650152024-01-07T07:30:00.001-03:002024-01-07T07:30:00.251-03:00Desconhecido<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEOV3kJXFnCZKoPbjnrogZcYh2Uu9_y_DUb2XGVE0AWgNCt4nKZCz31oxeb7-3_71WiXSg5WTNWv9vbhKBqtN2rrq8pnKdas1OLnBfz1jOcyBAFIjZ2CX8z90N3fsiP7v4hT2VQHER8p18Fn9kvGN5wdCJmj8M6mm782vd4Jh658mi-QJxOt8Itb3RRg/s256/amorDois.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="amar" border="0" data-original-height="161" data-original-width="256" height="126" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqEOV3kJXFnCZKoPbjnrogZcYh2Uu9_y_DUb2XGVE0AWgNCt4nKZCz31oxeb7-3_71WiXSg5WTNWv9vbhKBqtN2rrq8pnKdas1OLnBfz1jOcyBAFIjZ2CX8z90N3fsiP7v4hT2VQHER8p18Fn9kvGN5wdCJmj8M6mm782vd4Jh658mi-QJxOt8Itb3RRg/w200-h126/amorDois.jpeg" title="amar" width="200" /></a></div><br />Não bata numa porta se não queres entrar;<p></p><p>Não bata num coração se não queres amar.</p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-31095220800351356782024-01-06T17:11:00.004-03:002024-01-06T17:11:41.619-03:00Desconhecido<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSC-r3VNqgUxqWZU9MztW-dprBwEY_t0eXGM4y4ix4y2zu4wDXhNBaMkwgX7IGxj3SYWI_n3Puv2TLluAA-4I5oQPg2fsdIJa_svqOIOXdiSZBWgngT1HLVt2M1Bjr2bKGJjPqmqt4JI4IJD8Y-YzU8TwWmzsAqvyiKlSKE7xUetZloD1yfvWiD5VSF1k/s700/amorCrescer.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="velejar" border="0" data-original-height="608" data-original-width="700" height="174" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSC-r3VNqgUxqWZU9MztW-dprBwEY_t0eXGM4y4ix4y2zu4wDXhNBaMkwgX7IGxj3SYWI_n3Puv2TLluAA-4I5oQPg2fsdIJa_svqOIOXdiSZBWgngT1HLVt2M1Bjr2bKGJjPqmqt4JI4IJD8Y-YzU8TwWmzsAqvyiKlSKE7xUetZloD1yfvWiD5VSF1k/w200-h174/amorCrescer.jpg" title="água" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Nenhum vento ajuda quem não sabe parar de amar, a que posto deverá velejar?</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-72406941549322299032024-01-01T12:14:00.003-03:002024-01-01T12:14:43.145-03:00William Young<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvF82Fqy5-bSHuVnMsGpmnztskW-joGM7KvfBttf1z7b8OJV4Z1xDC9lWOqdNIL2yqwznq2rWIY8qFJNlqgp3uf3I_v9WaaSPjnkHpnvLRSiqKDMKZE4NEGmzA9deDKF5qLGqc2pBcsniJpMik3dnp3AOPi-6eo-1IylEkkdbqf9PYgZ3M-zvW7hOshyI/s1024/coracao_asas.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="voar" border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvF82Fqy5-bSHuVnMsGpmnztskW-joGM7KvfBttf1z7b8OJV4Z1xDC9lWOqdNIL2yqwznq2rWIY8qFJNlqgp3uf3I_v9WaaSPjnkHpnvLRSiqKDMKZE4NEGmzA9deDKF5qLGqc2pBcsniJpMik3dnp3AOPi-6eo-1IylEkkdbqf9PYgZ3M-zvW7hOshyI/w200-h150/coracao_asas.jpg" title="voar" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Viver sem ser amado é como cortar as asas de um pássaro e tirar sua capacidade de voar.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-53111401497914901442023-12-31T17:40:00.002-03:002023-12-31T17:40:42.480-03:00Desconhecido<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-SdZoo4LRczstcN6ZxqhwFPVsQEDGvUsXqGkKHbhhlg2u0QToR-a0h54z98oiPMewOa7SFL9xVLJdruPOwNdhQzzUnzd_UE_3_c9zpAMpuL7jvWEzWeLVyWjKNv_Tg9ApNtQgioJE70HPScflRiGx3fo5KjSy9-IvJxhLimQy6EYQC5ccseb2K7eOGo/s259/love.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="amor" border="0" data-original-height="194" data-original-width="259" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2-SdZoo4LRczstcN6ZxqhwFPVsQEDGvUsXqGkKHbhhlg2u0QToR-a0h54z98oiPMewOa7SFL9xVLJdruPOwNdhQzzUnzd_UE_3_c9zpAMpuL7jvWEzWeLVyWjKNv_Tg9ApNtQgioJE70HPScflRiGx3fo5KjSy9-IvJxhLimQy6EYQC5ccseb2K7eOGo/w200-h150/love.jpg" title="amor" width="200" /></a></div> Nunca desperdice a oportunidade de dizer a uma pessoa que a ama<br /><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-18791491940901881242023-12-31T17:36:00.002-03:002023-12-31T17:36:28.390-03:00João 15:17<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANkXCz20m-4mP1lkUPT79jOwqIMIEaxnejXPhONKXnCVs5Ov1p815_gcrwmc-8y1GTukp7s4h_FhlrmLe0A38PnGvtin1pK4gVJhD-Cu2UBkZBbfPjNh31i2uqiAMSqlOufzkQxr5Qbfk2w2_WS65MFzuSQ_nHW6goID8th-ju_0zCsVPKIM1KpFVHAk/s490/ATT00006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="amais" border="0" data-original-height="367" data-original-width="490" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjANkXCz20m-4mP1lkUPT79jOwqIMIEaxnejXPhONKXnCVs5Ov1p815_gcrwmc-8y1GTukp7s4h_FhlrmLe0A38PnGvtin1pK4gVJhD-Cu2UBkZBbfPjNh31i2uqiAMSqlOufzkQxr5Qbfk2w2_WS65MFzuSQ_nHW6goID8th-ju_0zCsVPKIM1KpFVHAk/w200-h150/ATT00006.jpg" title="amais" width="200" /></a></div> Amais uns aos outros.<br /><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-55582779630630987292023-10-29T17:57:00.003-03:002023-10-29T17:57:20.023-03:00Desconhecido<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXcGILYqS6_Ig3zJfXTZrgQGFvJi-avnR-uPuivXZ7_D1nnd5cslISpPebqs82jc1Vuy0Ua6euDsnaPMNg3eFxXp8_FQ0VLNRWmhMDgPIqwN00UoUR3Eenuk0xX0aP8MP28K-MwxWPLSntYSi-6HgFJChFTKNa_lueBpz6Bxdc0XmXhsecD3SZlJrXF8/s250/amorFogo.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="veneno" border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="250" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyXcGILYqS6_Ig3zJfXTZrgQGFvJi-avnR-uPuivXZ7_D1nnd5cslISpPebqs82jc1Vuy0Ua6euDsnaPMNg3eFxXp8_FQ0VLNRWmhMDgPIqwN00UoUR3Eenuk0xX0aP8MP28K-MwxWPLSntYSi-6HgFJChFTKNa_lueBpz6Bxdc0XmXhsecD3SZlJrXF8/w200-h200/amorFogo.jpg" title="veneno" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> A mulher é uma serpente, tem um poder encantador. </div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Ela morde nos lábios e deixa o veneno do amor.<br /></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-79900532404571241732023-08-22T21:40:00.000-03:002023-08-22T21:40:05.136-03:00Desconhecido<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaioBFK-3T4wAs5YteIgg9WQ9qTS6QEpC9P2m7yuGfxtEgZ93Nc66hq4D0pgkH7kdBu9wlY-2_BiZu28-ksEsS5bNTzH7gUgVuvWOLMnSOYqB5Paj8PjlQ0fiKoTv4af7ua7TSTIh0KGZdVc-eK1ofR-84-cJmKml3fYvknMXx_llTLX2fQHqfBLg4rzQ/s640/amorEsforco.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="céu, amor, coração" border="0" data-original-height="480" data-original-width="640" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaioBFK-3T4wAs5YteIgg9WQ9qTS6QEpC9P2m7yuGfxtEgZ93Nc66hq4D0pgkH7kdBu9wlY-2_BiZu28-ksEsS5bNTzH7gUgVuvWOLMnSOYqB5Paj8PjlQ0fiKoTv4af7ua7TSTIh0KGZdVc-eK1ofR-84-cJmKml3fYvknMXx_llTLX2fQHqfBLg4rzQ/w200-h150/amorEsforco.jpg" title="mensagens, amor, estrelas no céu" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"><br /></div><div style="text-align: justify;">Para o céu vão as estrelas;</div><p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Para Deus a oração;</p><p style="text-align: justify;">E para você vai o meu coração.</p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-83024828805851313152023-04-30T15:23:00.004-03:002023-04-30T15:23:34.863-03:00Rumi<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNHlhUcFiHnuNxwTaXM4GyXfqJ_P1SZTkNJyo6RQbGsO_zBgiml9cGE233rflMQyCKnPT5M_9XDUD732RMwfxonHrGbxVIVf4Ejw-mXmlnkYzAaur1cdw_q0Lt5ecoQ4xfBVYLClfUCeY0_WVAMfEbc0pBethwOpuS8UpoEbZg2KO9gXg-jJQgCqJ/s720/329258479_1584079368682747_8920122777565466387_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="amor de pug" border="0" data-original-height="720" data-original-width="720" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTNHlhUcFiHnuNxwTaXM4GyXfqJ_P1SZTkNJyo6RQbGsO_zBgiml9cGE233rflMQyCKnPT5M_9XDUD732RMwfxonHrGbxVIVf4Ejw-mXmlnkYzAaur1cdw_q0Lt5ecoQ4xfBVYLClfUCeY0_WVAMfEbc0pBethwOpuS8UpoEbZg2KO9gXg-jJQgCqJ/w200-h200/329258479_1584079368682747_8920122777565466387_n.jpg" title="amor de pug" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Se você soubesse o segredo da vida, você também não escolheria outro companheiro senão o amor.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-3489105735496588332022-10-30T16:59:00.006-03:002022-10-30T16:59:40.157-03:00Mario Quintana<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAk6xod52UZ7SgjlJfFZTETJenASNHDlVJrRMgcKqJ1hykANL2hIIY-OVtf3KFTuILmKIH95W7tF-CrmXPosQQaifFpZogxfkRy8nqElGGGbqst8WzjgfAaqMWOfGwcZIMtfd_0HUcozLncB-soGQJtuegg8Am287CQXzZscSDguL-o7B6HVr8yNdvVg/s320/20090308%20Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="amar" border="0" data-original-height="320" data-original-width="311" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAk6xod52UZ7SgjlJfFZTETJenASNHDlVJrRMgcKqJ1hykANL2hIIY-OVtf3KFTuILmKIH95W7tF-CrmXPosQQaifFpZogxfkRy8nqElGGGbqst8WzjgfAaqMWOfGwcZIMtfd_0HUcozLncB-soGQJtuegg8Am287CQXzZscSDguL-o7B6HVr8yNdvVg/w194-h200/20090308%20Amor.jpg" title="amar" width="194" /></a></div> Procures me amar quando menos mereço, pois é quando mais preciso.<br /><p></p>Blogadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00508039577491745861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-63707128642756971482022-08-28T21:18:00.003-03:002022-08-28T21:18:50.224-03:00Alberto Almeida<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUBYsUg7z_GsA5ftv_De_9kpOUMNdsym2FZBmwTIXJP2-4fvJK1_Ipb_XgkaytzI-nUCPL8sMFCP6tQBVBA_4K9hgfBRTCJ2tQDKxqf0Mun-SpVpiAlHxdv_6WWQCZo6I5yEN6vZL5TUwzlB9T1n2S3lowmxfUV1unTmJgBVgB4CpxjDLLNTnMJgu/s400/chamaDoAmor.jpg" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="perdão" border="0" data-original-height="400" data-original-width="400" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvUBYsUg7z_GsA5ftv_De_9kpOUMNdsym2FZBmwTIXJP2-4fvJK1_Ipb_XgkaytzI-nUCPL8sMFCP6tQBVBA_4K9hgfBRTCJ2tQDKxqf0Mun-SpVpiAlHxdv_6WWQCZo6I5yEN6vZL5TUwzlB9T1n2S3lowmxfUV1unTmJgBVgB4CpxjDLLNTnMJgu/w200-h200/chamaDoAmor.jpg" title="perdão com amor" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> O Perdão é o caminho de crescimento para aqueles que necessitam aprender a amar um pouco mais. Perdão não é atitude de aparência, cunhada com palavras brilhantes objetivando ganhar elogios sociais. Perdão é compromisso com a própria consciência, a fim de alcançar paz interior.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-80254088794387944222022-07-16T20:44:00.004-03:002022-07-16T20:44:29.921-03:00Franklin P. Jones<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0nW5bXmeytiXhFr066njQLRmz6706UbQzIkGhvy14Z8NGeeeIhmBELbqCq3BSz2Tt08f2v23GWyr_JnufF4KvRz_2r3wmeurELC0SFxWWWynOOvwKB7Scuov-NEZNT7EILEt8YMdPGrAY7YY6H515tIQNJHHhKDtHliJpW2WgNayFeq2cwRFCNSDJQ/s569/20090218%20Amor.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="amor" border="0" data-original-height="410" data-original-width="569" height="144" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0nW5bXmeytiXhFr066njQLRmz6706UbQzIkGhvy14Z8NGeeeIhmBELbqCq3BSz2Tt08f2v23GWyr_JnufF4KvRz_2r3wmeurELC0SFxWWWynOOvwKB7Scuov-NEZNT7EILEt8YMdPGrAY7YY6H515tIQNJHHhKDtHliJpW2WgNayFeq2cwRFCNSDJQ/w200-h144/20090218%20Amor.jpg" title="amor" width="200" /></a></div> O amor não faz o mundo girar. O amor é o que faz o giro valer a pena.<br /><p></p>Blogadohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00508039577491745861noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-22278945766326396392022-02-23T22:00:00.001-03:002022-02-23T22:00:00.164-03:00Zora Neale Hurston<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLhox7VFbrpinET7hjPsv_2e11QgwKp0Z5pAVsyc1LQrNhINXp2BtxzpFLnpYxF2ZFEWhfOv5vfUTBNzG3cT8zp5i8CtKQjO37K-PUkHT64ctDi1U9pWUHM0ETWolg0-1Kp29dBY2UJ9M9286saSmfoLTcAVw07EmlRw6zSW-oXXb8F42PUCQBZfyb=s275" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="esconderijo" border="0" data-original-height="183" data-original-width="275" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjLhox7VFbrpinET7hjPsv_2e11QgwKp0Z5pAVsyc1LQrNhINXp2BtxzpFLnpYxF2ZFEWhfOv5vfUTBNzG3cT8zp5i8CtKQjO37K-PUkHT64ctDi1U9pWUHM0ETWolg0-1Kp29dBY2UJ9M9286saSmfoLTcAVw07EmlRw6zSW-oXXb8F42PUCQBZfyb=w200-h133" title="esconderijo" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> O amor faz sua alma sair de seu esconderijo. </div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-71205317731497647592022-02-22T21:58:00.003-03:002022-02-22T21:58:00.175-03:00Verlaine<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeM7mNUSKegRTgB7ZiFHoGCsfvjIyVr7uGoAAMw4bac1vpj6Y0xDbNPSMQuLdYa_xvW5nnhrVSs6oZYpVIE59V1CYAntlWLn_iASI9drXLX7az96jfEtxfQ4Td38Gd_1_qbZTcYNMEZ3vfo9B9AILd_FlaHNtlKEfusmVG9Sb-MTcS6Q_4KybO1dsW=s461" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="amor" border="0" data-original-height="461" data-original-width="371" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjeM7mNUSKegRTgB7ZiFHoGCsfvjIyVr7uGoAAMw4bac1vpj6Y0xDbNPSMQuLdYa_xvW5nnhrVSs6oZYpVIE59V1CYAntlWLn_iASI9drXLX7az96jfEtxfQ4Td38Gd_1_qbZTcYNMEZ3vfo9B9AILd_FlaHNtlKEfusmVG9Sb-MTcS6Q_4KybO1dsW=w161-h200" title="idiota" width="161" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Amar é ser idiota a dois.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-51240574118661703412022-02-21T13:30:00.001-03:002022-02-21T13:30:00.176-03:00Shirley McLaine<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNIrdsNkIHnqz12dIpekBi_ONX7Nl9T_xvoQDE6WDg7JoDTq2o0gItfz-tzcOR4pZP-qju64fy9LH0Qxx-RZjIp7Ef4wd9RXAj-qJ9hXRizACMQtyf4Njll1ZjFQhmCLOOltjTtLitYKgr0-XGQnbwgw28NOsQ812-2RpmTfmypGgYgOqSleiHKTa4=s233" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="não acredite" border="0" data-original-height="217" data-original-width="233" height="186" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgNIrdsNkIHnqz12dIpekBi_ONX7Nl9T_xvoQDE6WDg7JoDTq2o0gItfz-tzcOR4pZP-qju64fy9LH0Qxx-RZjIp7Ef4wd9RXAj-qJ9hXRizACMQtyf4Njll1ZjFQhmCLOOltjTtLitYKgr0-XGQnbwgw28NOsQ812-2RpmTfmypGgYgOqSleiHKTa4=w200-h186" title="não acredite" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Não dá para acreditar em nada que diz uma pessoa apaixonada, bêbada ou concorrendo a presidência.</div>. <p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-84510108516559963672022-02-20T12:30:00.001-03:002022-02-20T12:30:00.161-03:00Santo Agostinho<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDxFeB-OvQomEQ3fJ0tElBNJcg75HZs0MCqWevKh09wDUfDY4yYJ020j40JoHjfEG9wCLkEobjXQvqTaHxekGp2meyynZ06A-DhPBKAAO74I5Ypt1OA1NCWaM0IAceyRr6632SzKOzBfZR-rfTZkayxe3GsMTVx-v8biXUKffrOVO7eHjuiFCQI0JI=s1176" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="amor, alma" border="0" data-original-height="882" data-original-width="1176" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhDxFeB-OvQomEQ3fJ0tElBNJcg75HZs0MCqWevKh09wDUfDY4yYJ020j40JoHjfEG9wCLkEobjXQvqTaHxekGp2meyynZ06A-DhPBKAAO74I5Ypt1OA1NCWaM0IAceyRr6632SzKOzBfZR-rfTZkayxe3GsMTVx-v8biXUKffrOVO7eHjuiFCQI0JI=w200-h150" title="beleza" width="200" /></a></div> O amor é a beleza da alma.<br /><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-21813256663151327712022-02-19T18:00:00.001-03:002022-02-19T18:00:00.177-03:00Bertrand Russell<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9wOiHWAusOcypyvnYnVEDY9Ul5z7N_TY-T3GN0TuyHu8lZuARdg5RxktPdSwNJBx-uNErxUiD6eqIZ6tNoH05eKSuf4PbiwgUDF-0phVpY6Ij15HHhTXHMjb17YDqXmFfLS63V-BKlvC8TASG7jsRTixExXr-3eq_lgmySOmpOhR2ttOjWT4CUc1V=s338" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="mortos" border="0" data-original-height="338" data-original-width="332" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEj9wOiHWAusOcypyvnYnVEDY9Ul5z7N_TY-T3GN0TuyHu8lZuARdg5RxktPdSwNJBx-uNErxUiD6eqIZ6tNoH05eKSuf4PbiwgUDF-0phVpY6Ij15HHhTXHMjb17YDqXmFfLS63V-BKlvC8TASG7jsRTixExXr-3eq_lgmySOmpOhR2ttOjWT4CUc1V=w196-h200" title="amor morto" width="196" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Temer o amor é temer a vida, e os que temem a vida já estão 3/4 mortos.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-2000415956807306742022-02-18T21:48:00.001-03:002022-02-18T21:48:00.185-03:00Sartre<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLameS_sDh__kfWP3agJyaXmjr2PCRY6ccH9onJMVLlzo5GhaJcs_ln6Z37J4cdOCZEvc3e_mvbn--GaGxjTwPKHXoNkBwFedt4QCaq2EcwEdPaOQWZVusv_YIHpirSz4NSAe1Q_Aeuj1TwqE32x5JNURyD70LeKaxBXVVY6T5xrbXmlQEQDG8a-gc=s4000" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="chuva" border="0" data-original-height="3000" data-original-width="4000" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhLameS_sDh__kfWP3agJyaXmjr2PCRY6ccH9onJMVLlzo5GhaJcs_ln6Z37J4cdOCZEvc3e_mvbn--GaGxjTwPKHXoNkBwFedt4QCaq2EcwEdPaOQWZVusv_YIHpirSz4NSAe1Q_Aeuj1TwqE32x5JNURyD70LeKaxBXVVY6T5xrbXmlQEQDG8a-gc=w200-h150" title="chuva" width="200" /></a></div> O amor pode as vezes ser mágico. Mas a mágica é as vezes ilusão.<br /><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-39878727995296750682022-02-17T16:30:00.000-03:002022-02-17T16:30:00.169-03:00H. L. Mencken<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFmUb5ZwUSRP6VSq2HuzxKmshMdfM5fg2IZFfb1AJDgI0mtlQnMz_1YEgJ9Tvg75U-zASFHXYBbIYg7VsPvPhbweXxlm4s1vl9r3HQtUY-H49b6gnaUii2-e8p2ufxuZBb1MvvKidmbV9Lf8RdYQJ7dqZDJxQcbamIoySm3TtpK36pA8ZYYbyjB5qc=s500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="guerra" border="0" data-original-height="432" data-original-width="500" height="173" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhFmUb5ZwUSRP6VSq2HuzxKmshMdfM5fg2IZFfb1AJDgI0mtlQnMz_1YEgJ9Tvg75U-zASFHXYBbIYg7VsPvPhbweXxlm4s1vl9r3HQtUY-H49b6gnaUii2-e8p2ufxuZBb1MvvKidmbV9Lf8RdYQJ7dqZDJxQcbamIoySm3TtpK36pA8ZYYbyjB5qc=w200-h173" title="guerra" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> O amor é como a guerra: fácil de começar mas difícil de terminar.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-29742665620225230312022-02-16T21:42:00.002-03:002022-02-16T21:42:00.159-03:00Nietzsche<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMxY-ryOHkJWGFc7yWS3MZ0PQV3w3CMa3qd40Zmn_CJLbY44tIry6fih0w3BXlBO2xKeC7LvuzZ1c-zUhJIqjekflG0f7wvS924kdkfgPhU2iarvpAU-7VW-pqjEWETngWXHdH05Uq4X182-qSWPQN8ZCysXkBvkKO8kQCp02kQ7iwNeYeulkyit9z=s300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="curar" border="0" data-original-height="300" data-original-width="265" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjMxY-ryOHkJWGFc7yWS3MZ0PQV3w3CMa3qd40Zmn_CJLbY44tIry6fih0w3BXlBO2xKeC7LvuzZ1c-zUhJIqjekflG0f7wvS924kdkfgPhU2iarvpAU-7VW-pqjEWETngWXHdH05Uq4X182-qSWPQN8ZCysXkBvkKO8kQCp02kQ7iwNeYeulkyit9z=w177-h200" title="curar" width="177" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Um par de bom óculos por vezes é suficiente para curar uma pessoa do amor.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-16369374073499058082022-02-15T12:00:00.006-03:002022-02-15T12:00:00.186-03:00James Baldwin<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOMJaq1Pt0aGk3VHkuzpiayu7ZagiaWMpC8L6FnnTA-vjxTpJCvj7M3_tfi9UCGA6NnrChIbX9mifpeVG8s-Bc02rCkuk0IvDvxjtf4Jjwu1-marS0NRXBzmkIXiwLQYcRfovXzummku0N4jgUc4_MfNBYhvovmW9HRJwfai5atdcDH1xRXUUx7rAj=s300" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="crescer com amor" border="0" data-original-height="262" data-original-width="300" height="175" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhOMJaq1Pt0aGk3VHkuzpiayu7ZagiaWMpC8L6FnnTA-vjxTpJCvj7M3_tfi9UCGA6NnrChIbX9mifpeVG8s-Bc02rCkuk0IvDvxjtf4Jjwu1-marS0NRXBzmkIXiwLQYcRfovXzummku0N4jgUc4_MfNBYhvovmW9HRJwfai5atdcDH1xRXUUx7rAj=w200-h175" title="crescer amando" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> O amor não começa e termina da maneira que pensamos. O amor é uma batalha, o amor é uma guerra, o amor é crescimento.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-66224991045991844062022-02-14T11:00:00.001-03:002022-02-14T11:00:00.230-03:00Mahatma Gandhi<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfKqkYhrlOA9pjqQYU_QvjoaVbuj-oHS3jML89hpwV9PwuNBQf85mNNmZtduiZ8EOepJwTnw9Hd2tNFZE7Qek_CXFTMoLTNcBglhucBdkfTjphOyX9mcZLVZdd5C44ih4la--F_usnsDKs0KOFACtS9VgAcfUZv7YWcEyNCG9cc7FPfPe37pM2n9xq=s1024" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="amor e vida" border="0" data-original-height="768" data-original-width="1024" height="150" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhfKqkYhrlOA9pjqQYU_QvjoaVbuj-oHS3jML89hpwV9PwuNBQf85mNNmZtduiZ8EOepJwTnw9Hd2tNFZE7Qek_CXFTMoLTNcBglhucBdkfTjphOyX9mcZLVZdd5C44ih4la--F_usnsDKs0KOFACtS9VgAcfUZv7YWcEyNCG9cc7FPfPe37pM2n9xq=w200-h150" title="amor e vida" width="200" /></a></div> Onde há amor há vida.<br /><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-42451643762426173222022-02-13T09:00:00.001-03:002022-02-13T09:00:00.163-03:00Madre Teresa<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxeXekjaqh7KKfNi5RSUyxVN_NpBWskCK9N0DqeVz_EgQHpQdOaps_7YJFvAAmMPNEGH0E-xeiT868FCHZCe5PG5Kclwf6f6jwCBOeDvhjXIVgr_fKw1i85TChwvAELuajwq_Xe29rqbOgpQcyH1ZlfdG7LvZkwZ99DpwY5U3OAbrHaYM4xbw8bvHC=s250" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="amor e dor" border="0" data-original-height="250" data-original-width="250" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgxeXekjaqh7KKfNi5RSUyxVN_NpBWskCK9N0DqeVz_EgQHpQdOaps_7YJFvAAmMPNEGH0E-xeiT868FCHZCe5PG5Kclwf6f6jwCBOeDvhjXIVgr_fKw1i85TChwvAELuajwq_Xe29rqbOgpQcyH1ZlfdG7LvZkwZ99DpwY5U3OAbrHaYM4xbw8bvHC=w200-h200" title="amor e dor" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Eu descobri o paradoxo, que é: se você amar até que doa não pode haver mais dor, só mais amor.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-84085049218983858802022-02-12T21:31:00.002-03:002022-02-12T21:31:19.696-03:00Aristóteles<p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKT6Zn0Zp6F322BoADZphBsUP0ToL99hOZJJBvKnrFiC0bW8bHPeZvjNVYrb84d4IM5Em-4HE6tcoZR2dOOWup8t8jjSmxtlgX9wxajVQbw9eyNgDZGVNXpuyPpxJdH3o9P9LUWjCRAxlAkXZWakxpbcup7qotk-m1hmzCWi2aGTmuFkxUI6Cylyg7=s500" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="dois corpos" border="0" data-original-height="333" data-original-width="500" height="133" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEjKT6Zn0Zp6F322BoADZphBsUP0ToL99hOZJJBvKnrFiC0bW8bHPeZvjNVYrb84d4IM5Em-4HE6tcoZR2dOOWup8t8jjSmxtlgX9wxajVQbw9eyNgDZGVNXpuyPpxJdH3o9P9LUWjCRAxlAkXZWakxpbcup7qotk-m1hmzCWi2aGTmuFkxUI6Cylyg7=w200-h133" title="corpo" width="200" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> O amor é composto de uma alma habitando dois corpos.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-82807096974607246532022-02-12T21:27:00.000-03:002022-02-12T21:27:03.094-03:00 Amy Winehouse<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWtvvucu-_sa7YzT-pKIGM1iu_DZ49qMScYu12DvUxY9PPDgyhQNxz_ISfOujFRB9FYgfpEn3CDX0uiffN8oHX2FlkIzsZlzDjmDcz0-9wXIMIiloWtN3sbnuRihQj_9aMGrg-LXPlCgL1o2T1vfBrZR8jVG6rT4dsRU2Fsj0tR77Tymx6XLBcjAXB=s554" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="mensagem" border="0" data-original-height="383" data-original-width="554" height="138" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEgWtvvucu-_sa7YzT-pKIGM1iu_DZ49qMScYu12DvUxY9PPDgyhQNxz_ISfOujFRB9FYgfpEn3CDX0uiffN8oHX2FlkIzsZlzDjmDcz0-9wXIMIiloWtN3sbnuRihQj_9aMGrg-LXPlCgL1o2T1vfBrZR8jVG6rT4dsRU2Fsj0tR77Tymx6XLBcjAXB=w200-h138" title="amor" width="200" /></a></div>Não há maior amor<p></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Do que o que eu sinto por você</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Nenhuma doce canção, </p><p style="text-align: justify;">nenhum coração tão verdadeiro</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Não há maior emoção</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Do que a que você traz pra mim</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Nenhuma doce canção</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Do que você canta pra mim, canta pra mim</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Você é a coisa mais doce</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Que eu conheço</p><p style="text-align: justify;">E pensar que você é só meu sozinho</p><p style="text-align: justify;"><br /></p><p style="text-align: justify;">Não há maior amor</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Em todo o mundo, é verdade</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Nenhuma maior amor</p><p style="text-align: justify;">Do que o que eu sinto por você</p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1194822613771884361.post-88894556116057734892021-12-26T19:10:00.001-03:002021-12-26T19:11:11.127-03:00C. Torres Pastorino<p style="text-align: justify;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwjHlXHk-M0gs7GRfUfMoJERzq9f3B2uy_uXPDqbk0lMzM03yW-C23a3gpZCDWsvolS8tgEbT8WA10ahFccEyq3Zh5T6oIm-t8UWLTDDWgTuzfD3YBavtLyJXA4uaBgs-vSFnc4lrqXRK12TLWnzEVtjEXnegpjLWDDcXNyGv50yUlHAYtTtlj-cVa=s186" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="139" data-original-width="186" height="139" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/a/AVvXsEhwjHlXHk-M0gs7GRfUfMoJERzq9f3B2uy_uXPDqbk0lMzM03yW-C23a3gpZCDWsvolS8tgEbT8WA10ahFccEyq3Zh5T6oIm-t8UWLTDDWgTuzfD3YBavtLyJXA4uaBgs-vSFnc4lrqXRK12TLWnzEVtjEXnegpjLWDDcXNyGv50yUlHAYtTtlj-cVa" width="186" /></a></div><div style="text-align: justify;"> Não perca de vista sua filiação divina. Deus é pai de todas as crianças e vive dentro de cada um dos seus filhos. Todas as criaturas são irmãs. As diferenças raciais e religiosas são apenas de superfície. Olhe para todos como templos vivos da Divindade, e ame a Deus através do amor às criaturas, procurando servi-lo, servindo ao seu próximo com amor e dedicação.</div><p></p>Iriahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12564967437383073190noreply@blogger.com0