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The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
The sun does not shine for a few trees and flowers, but for the wide world's joy.
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
But were there ever any
Writhed not at passed joy?
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
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.
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire read more
The secret of contentment is knowing how to enjoy what you have, and to be able to lose all desire for things beyond your reach
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
Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
Capacity for joy
Admits temptation.
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.
