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For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of read more
For the memory of love is sweet, though the love itself were in vain. And what I have lost of pleasure, assuage what I find of pain.
He is rich that is satisfied.
He is rich that is satisfied.
Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.
Winter nights were made for warm snuggles and warmer hearts.
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.
There's nothing like a Catholic wedding to make you wish life had a fast forward button.
There's nothing like a Catholic wedding to make you wish life had a fast forward button.
Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. the foundation of such a read more
Man must evolve for all human conflict a method which rejects revenge, aggression and retaliation. the foundation of such a method is love.
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more
There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.
He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.
He who knows that enough is enough will always have enough.
There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.
There is nothing enduring in life for a women except what she builds in a man's heart.
