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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When poverty comes in at doors, love leaps out at windows.
When poverty comes in at doors, love leaps out at windows.
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
Love is suffering. One side always loves more.
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
But surely for everything you have to love you have to pay some price.
But surely for everything you have to love you have to pay some price.
There is a Law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few years it should be as read more
There is a Law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few years it should be as natural to mankind as breathing or the upright gait; but if he does not learn it he must perish.
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, read more
Find a guy who calls you beautiful instead of hot, who calls you back when you hang up on him, who will lie under the stars and listen to your heartbeat, or will stay awake just to watch you sleep... wait for the boy who kisses your forehead, who wants to show you off to the world when you are in sweats, who holds your hand in front of his friends, who thinks you're just as pretty without makeup on. One who is constantly reminding you of how much he cares and how lucky his is to have you.... The one who turns to his friends and says, 'that's her.'
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more
Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
