He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.

The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit read more

The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings. . -Buddha.

When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
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When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.

Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre read more

Every trait of beauty may be referred to some virtue, as to innocence, candor, generosity, modesty, or heroism. St. Pierre To cultivate the sense of the beautiful, is one of the most effectual ways of cultivating an appreciation of the divine goodness.

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable read more

Strange that the vanity which accompanies beauty --excusable, perhaps, when there is such great beauty, or at any rate understandable --should persist after the beauty was gone.

With love and patience, nothing is impossible.

With love and patience, nothing is impossible.

I threw away my phoneI thought that you should knowI'd throw away my homeIf I had somewhere to goAnything to read more

I threw away my phoneI thought that you should knowI'd throw away my homeIf I had somewhere to goAnything to stopThe circle in my brainAnything is better than youMaking me feel lame28 days to kick the habit28 days to let you go28 days and I'll be on my ownAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesWhy should I be sorryI've had enough of youPlease forget my nameI'm runnin around on emptyStill tryin to get awayAnything to killThe consciousness of youAnything to end myselfBefore the thought of you28 days to kick the habit28 days to let you go28 days and I'll be on my ownAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesNow you'll know what it feels like to bite your tongueNow you'll know what it feels like to be the oneWho walks around with knots in your stomachI've been there, and I've done itAnd now you'll know what it feels likeTo always be afraidOf everything you wanted to sayWho's sorry nowWho's sorry nowWho's sorry nowAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesAll my life I've been sorry for somethingSomething gets me nothing and nothings such a wasteAll this time I've been sayin I'm sorryBut why should I be sorry for all of your mistakesWho's sorry now?

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all read more

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.