I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
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The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
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Greensleeves was all my joy,
Greensleeves was my delight,
Greensleeves was my heart of gold,
And who but Lady Greensleeves?
Who can give law to lovers? Love is a greater law to itself.
Who can give law to lovers? Love is a greater law to itself.
When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of read more
When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of itself and one doesn't have to ask anybody about anything.
If you want to be loved, be lovable.
If you want to be loved, be lovable.
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more
Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.
People's hearts are like wild animals. They attach their selves to those that love and train them.
People's hearts are like wild animals. They attach their selves to those that love and train them.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.
I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.
