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Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.
Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art.
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes read more
It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has read more
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
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.
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more
Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.
Where there is great love there are always miracles.
Where there is great love there are always miracles.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.
Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.
