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!

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, read more

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between read more

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.

Love can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes... just be an illusion.