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Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.
Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that read more
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.
To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more
To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.
The most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody read more
The most important things to do in the world are to get something to eat, something to drink and somebody to love you.
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it read more
As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony. Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
