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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If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
Every person is lined with love!
Every person is lined with love!
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.
Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.
The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined read more
The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined discourse. Familiarity creates a new language, an in-house language of intimacy that carries reference to the story the two lovers are weaving together and that cannot be readily understood by others.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
We are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love.
People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy.
People who throw kisses are hopelessly lazy.
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?
