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The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in read more
The greatest happiness of life it the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.
Better to have loved a short man than never to have loved a tall.
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought read more
A kiss can be a comma, a question mark or an exclamation point. That's basic spelling that every woman ought to know.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.
Beauty can't amuse you, but brainwork -- reading, writing, thinking--can.
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more
Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!
Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.
Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.
