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You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn read more
You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success - none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a
merry heart hath a continual read more
All the days of the afflicted are evil: but he that is of a
merry heart hath a continual feast.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will read more
For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to read more
Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get - only with what you are expecting to give - which is everything.
Love is my sword, goodness my armor, and humor my shield.
Love is my sword, goodness my armor, and humor my shield.
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted read more
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
