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Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving than women is that men's behavior is measured with read more
Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving than women is that men's behavior is measured with a feminine ruler.
I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know read more
I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know it\'s a dichotomy.
When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
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When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.
Love your friend with his faults.
Love your friend with his faults.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the read more
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made read more
Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.
Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.
The one you love and the one who loves you are never, ever the same person.