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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?
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
The essence of love is getting out of oneself and into others. When we care less about our feelings, our read more
The essence of love is getting out of oneself and into others. When we care less about our feelings, our rights, our happiness, our security, etc., and begin to concern ourselves with the feelings, rights, happiness, and security of others, we will have found the true power of love.”
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
Many waters cannot quench love, neither can floods drown it.
Those who ask for love in return are coolies demanding wages.
Those who ask for love in return are coolies demanding wages.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and read more
A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.'.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I read more
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.
