I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
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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.
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements read more
Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements Educate the eye and lip With one's refreshing innocence, The other's claim to scholarship. The serpent's knowledge of the world Learn, and the dove's more naïve charm; Whether your ringlets should be curled, And why he likes his claret warm.
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
A loving heart is the beginning of all knowledge.
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; read more
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent read more
Love is the affinity which links and draws together the elements of the world... Love, in fact, is the agent of universal synthesis.
There is no limit to the power of loving.
There is no limit to the power of loving.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself read more
A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
