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The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's read more
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident. -Sir Hugh Walpoe.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is read more
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they read more
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.
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.
With love and patience, nothing is impossible.
With love and patience, nothing is impossible.
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.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
Yet each man kills the thing he loves...
Yet each man kills the thing he loves...
