The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will read more

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.

We can do not great things - only small things with great love.

We can do not great things - only small things with great love.

A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love read more

A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last;
To feel that love, it makes you sigh,
To have it leave, you'd rather die;
You hope you've found that special rose,
'Cause you love and care for the one you chose.

Love is just a word until it is proven to you.

Love is just a word until it is proven to you.

By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they read more

By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they perfume life; discouraged, they poison it.

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.

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!

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.

Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.