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Carve your name in hearts, not marble.
Carve your name in hearts, not marble.
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.
Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.
Nunc scio quit sit amor."
Lat., "Now I know what love is.
The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
The pursuit of truth will set you free; even if you never catch up with it.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, read more
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking read more
What is passion? It is surely the becoming of a person. Are we not, for most of our lives, marking time? Most of our being is at rest, unlived. In passion, the body and the spirit seek expression outside of self. Passion is all that is other from self. Sex is only interesting when it releases passion. The more extreme and the more expressed that passion is, the more unbearable does life seem without it. It reminds us that if passion dies or is denied, we are partly dead and that soon, come what may, we will be wholly so.
I love you; not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
I love you; not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
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!
