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A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always read more
A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
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.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really read more
The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift. He told me that once he forgot himself and opened up like a door with a loose latch and everything fell out and he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but he finally gave up and left if there in a pile and loved everything equally. thanks to a subscriber!
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.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in read more
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more
Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.
One of the hardest things in life is having words in your heart that you can't utter.
