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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You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.
You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'
Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.
Never let a problem to be solved become more important than a person to be loved.
Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do read more
Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a read more
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.
I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of read more
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity: no really self-respecting woman would take advantage of it.
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted read more
Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?
