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!

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

lovers alone wear sunlight.

lovers alone wear sunlight.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.

I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not honor more.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I read more

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

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.