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Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
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.
To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I read more
Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
If you judge people you have no time to love them.
If you judge people you have no time to love them.
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's read more
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident. -Sir Hugh Walpoe.
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the read more
What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always read more
A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
