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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.
How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver read more
How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:--
So many time do I love again.
If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If read more
If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If I recognize love, and shake his hand then comfort, dreams, and sometimes intoxication become mine to drench in and give away as well.
The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for read more
The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore…only the life I have lived… The pain now read more
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore…only the life I have lived… The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you read more
Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.
Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.
Love: the delusion that one woman differs from another.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.