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).

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.

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!

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.

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph read more

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

To live is to love; all reason is against it; instinct is for it.

To live is to love; all reason is against it; instinct is for it.

When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.

When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens read more

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens in David Copperfield.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Say what you will, 'tis better to be left than never to have been loved.