Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let read more

Sometimes being a friend means mastering the art of timing. There is a time for silence. A time to let go and allow people to hurl themselves into their own destiny. And a time to prepare to pick up the pieces when it's all over.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really read more

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift. He told me that once he forgot himself and opened up like a door with a loose latch and everything fell out and he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but he finally gave up and left if there in a pile and loved everything equally. thanks to a subscriber!

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.

Love and dignity cannot share the same abode.

It makes no sense to be second in someone's life, when you know you're good enough to be first in read more

It makes no sense to be second in someone's life, when you know you're good enough to be first in someone else's.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I read more

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.

Sometimes love is stronger than a man's convictions.