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Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled read more
Loving is a feeling that brings both joy and pain to my heart. Joy from being with you, being filled with an emotion so deep and tender that no other feeling can compare. Pain from knowing that I'm so in love, that I'm more vulnerable than I've ever
I'm glad I did it, partly because it was worth it, but mostly because I shall never have to do read more
I'm glad I did it, partly because it was worth it, but mostly because I shall never have to do it again
Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.
Joy is the feeling of grinning inside.
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself
Joy lies in the fight, in the attempt, in the suffering involved, not in the victory itself
Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.
Joy is a net of love by which you can catch souls.
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow
Shared joy is a double joy; shared sorrow is half a sorrow
Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will read more
Find expression for a sorrow, and it will become dear to you. Find expression for a joy, and you will intensify its ecstasy.
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. read more
To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
My plenteous joys,
Wanton in fullness, seek to hide themselves
In drops of sorrow.
