Celebratory feast with toasts on Valentine's Day.

What is love?
It is so sweet, bitter, exciting, eternal, disturbing, nervous, light, high, exhausting, funny, stupid, tragic and beautiful, a piece that does not give in to any definition, which is not enough for one day, even if it's St. Valentine's Day.
If you're lucky, then it takes her whole life.
So let us be lucky!

The flowering of love - Here we have the nagda.
I drink her full pog for her.
In love with the mountain - the program,
Like a small pebble at the feet.
And a pearl scraper!
After all, if it stole shark grin,
In the sea underwater
He would not have found anything.
Shepherd, fearing wolves, can not
Otapu vypastit your ...
Love dares to multiply ours.
For that and I drink!



As Stendhal said: "Love is the only passion that is paid for by the same coin as it coins."
So let us drink to making our mints run at full capacity and letting out only full-fledged gold ducats!

They say, love is not verbose,
Postpraday, think, paskusi.
This all, in my opinion, is conditional,
We are people, we do not care.
And if you really want to,
To burst happiness head,
Speak, speak, speak
The best words!


High feeling inspired,
Once upon a time in a long time
Invented someone's day lovers,
Without even knowing then,
What will become this day favorite,
A welcome holiday in the year,
What a Happy Valentine's Day
He will be called with respect.
Smiles and flowers are everywhere,
In the love of recognition again and again ...
So let a miracle happen for all -
Let the world be ruled only by love!



Joy and sorrow, the excitement of doom,
A sweet mind,
A thrill of delight, sadness again,
Only the one who owns love is happy.

Goethe

Love leads through the desert
And through the mountain hrebty,
And in the wind she does not get cold,
And he is not afraid of heights.
For what we care about the blood,
My toast, of course, for love!


My toast for love:
She turns the poison into honey.
And gold makes gold.
Heal the sick to her given.
She makes wine from vinegar.

Weak women have a passion for strong men.
Strong men have a passion for women's weaknesses.
For the unity of opposites!


Love for all ages,
As a wise classic said.
So let the Amour agile among us
He flouts without regretting his wings.

So let's bump into him
Hearts, beautifully speaking, -
Let them cripple them with arrows.
Perhaps, not in vain, maybe - not in vain ...

by Jack Vettriano paintings for sale