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First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of read more
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of it.
Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to read more
Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to someone who doesn't know how to love.
If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every read more
If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to tell them that they loved them.
Love. What is love? No one can define it, its something so great, only God could design it. Yes, love read more
Love. What is love? No one can define it, its something so great, only God could design it. Yes, love is beyond, what man can define, for love is immortal, and God's gift is divine.
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.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
Fear less, hope more, eat less, chew more, whine less, breathe more, talk less, say more, love more, and all read more
Fear less, hope more, eat less, chew more, whine less, breathe more, talk less, say more, love more, and all good things will be yours. -Swedish Proverb.
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
The Grand essentials of happiness are: something to do, something to love, and something to hope for.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
