The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined discourse. Familiarity creates a new language, an in-house language of intimacy that carries reference to the story the two lovers are weaving together and that cannot be readily understood by others.
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I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.
I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.
Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth is not beauty, beauty is not love.
Information is not knowledge, knowledge is not wisdom, wisdom is not truth, truth is not beauty, beauty is not love.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
A man is only as good as what he loves.
A man is only as good as what he loves.
rnAbsence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
rnAbsence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the read more
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
No matter what you've done for yourself or for humanity, if you can't look back on having given love and read more
No matter what you've done for yourself or for humanity, if you can't look back on having given love and attention to your own family, what have you really accomplished?
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.
In true love, there is no mountain too high to climb. No river too wide to cross. And most of read more
In true love, there is no mountain too high to climb. No river too wide to cross. And most of all in true love there is no ends.
