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For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]
For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in read more
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.
And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the read more
And ye have forgotten the exhortation which speaketh unto you as
unto children, My son, despise not thou the chastening of the
Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every son
whom he receiveth.
Love conquers all, and let us yield to it. —Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori
Love conquers all, and let us yield to it. —Omnia vincit amor, et nos cedamus amori
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
