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Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.
Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.
Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you read more
Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.
The path to the Mideast
is littered
with Nobel peace laureates
who have not yet achieved
what can only read more
The path to the Mideast
is littered
with Nobel peace laureates
who have not yet achieved
what can only be achieved in
each heart.
Love lasteth long as the money endureth.
Love lasteth long as the money endureth.
Love your friend with his faults.
Love your friend with his faults.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, read more
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted read more
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
