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Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why read more
Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.
Love is a disease, if you catch it then there is no cure for it, just like cancer.
Love is a disease, if you catch it then there is no cure for it, just like cancer.
Relationships are like Rome. Difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'Golden Age', and unbearable during the read more
Relationships are like Rome. Difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'Golden Age', and unbearable during the fall. Then, a new kingdom will come along and the whole process will repeat itself until you come across a kingdom like Egypt.. that thrives, and continues to flourish. This kingdom will become your best friend, your soulmate, and your love.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
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.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a read more
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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.
