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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]
You'll discover that real love is millions of miles past falling in love with anyone or anything. When you make read more
You'll discover that real love is millions of miles past falling in love with anyone or anything. When you make that one effort to feel compassion instead of blame or self-blame, the heart opens again and continues opening. -Sara Paddison.
Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can’t see yourself without.
Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can’t see yourself without.
Friendship is mutual blackmail elevated to the level of love.
Friendship is mutual blackmail elevated to the level of love.
The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
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The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens in David Copperfield.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and read more
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
There is no limit to the power of loving.
There is no limit to the power of loving.