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Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.
The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take read more
Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice. -Nora Roberts.
Women love men for their defects; if men have enough of them, women will forgive them anything, even their gigantic read more
Women love men for their defects; if men have enough of them, women will forgive them anything, even their gigantic intellects.
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 love it when I see old couples in love because it makes me believe that TRUE LOVE does exist.
I love it when I see old couples in love because it makes me believe that TRUE LOVE does exist.
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 a dirty trick played on us to achieve the continuation of the species.
Love is a dirty trick played on us to achieve the continuation of the species.