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!

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.

The head never rules the heart but just becomes its partner in crime.

The head never rules the heart but just becomes its partner in crime.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.

We live in the world when we love it.

We live in the world when we love it.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could read more

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.