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Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
Beauty is in the heart of the beholder.
To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more
To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to read more
It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.
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.
What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity.
What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity.
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but read more
Warm weather fosters growth: cold weather destroys it. Thus a man with an unsympathetic temperament has a scant joy: but a man with a warm and friendly heart overflowing blessings, and his beneficence will extend to posterity.
We love because it's the only true adventure.
We love because it's the only true adventure.
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.
Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.
Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.
