Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
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Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
Love is when you meet someone who tells you something new about yourself.
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more
Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.
Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do read more
Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
Love is my sword, goodness my armor, and humor my shield.
Love is my sword, goodness my armor, and humor my shield.
Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is read more
Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
The head never rules the heart but just becomes its partner in crime.
The head never rules the heart but just becomes its partner in crime.
Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see read more
Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted read more
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
If love and sex are such natural phenomenons how come there are so many books on how to?
If love and sex are such natural phenomenons how come there are so many books on how to?
