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Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its read more
Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.
Love and marriage, love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother. You can't read more
Love and marriage, love and marriage go together like a horse and carriage. Dad was told by mother. You can't have one without the other.
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like read more
It is more fun to talk with someone who doesn't use long, difficult words but rather short, easy words like "What about lunch?"
A compliment is like a kiss through a veil.
A compliment is like a kiss through a veil.
Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. read more
Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. If you blow too hard and too fast, the balloon pops and likewise the relationship breaks. But if you take things slowly and let the balloon of love stretch on its own, it grows into a huge, prosperous balloon, full of love. Also, if you don't push the relationship at all, or at least hold it at the same level it was at, the air will flow out of the balloon, deflating it, and your love will shrivel up and become flat & lifeless. So when you are in love, push the relationship forward slowly and gently and the balloon will grow comfortably into a strong, immense love.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted.
Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality read more
Life has always taken place in a tumult without apparent cohesion, but it only finds its grandeur and its reality in ecstasy and in ecstatic love.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
There is no disguise which can hide love for long where it exists, or simulate it where it does not.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
