Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth read more

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.

"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell,
"Rough with age and gashed with wars;
Show my visage read more

"Paint me as I am," said Cromwell,
"Rough with age and gashed with wars;
Show my visage as you find it,
Less than truth my soul abhors."

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one read more

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over read more

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, read more

Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'

The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?

The world today doesn't make sense, so why should I paint pictures that do?