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When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they read more
When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Tenderness is a virtue.
Tenderness is the repose of Passion
Tenderness is the repose of Passion
People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.
People make one happy, not houses? I do not think so. Houses are more to be trusted than people.
A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.
A house that does not have one worn, comfy chair in it is soulless.
What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
What does one woman see in another than a man cannot see? Tenderness
It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many read more
It always amazes me to think that every house on every street is full of so many stories; so many triumphs and tragedies, and all we see are yards and driveways.
A house is a machine for living in.
A house is a machine for living in.
And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me read more
And enough for me that when my hand touched your shoulder, you leaned on me; and when you felt me slip away, you called my name.
