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!

Love, the itch, and a cough cannot be hid.

Love, the itch, and a cough cannot be hid.

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for read more

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

The sweetest of all sounds is that of the voice of the woman we love.

We can only learn to love by loving.

We can only learn to love by loving.

In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.

In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

The course of true love never did run smooth.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.