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The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver read more
How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:--
So many time do I love again.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.
Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger. Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to read more
Let your love be stronger than your hate or anger. Learn the wisdom of compromise, for it is better to bend a little than to break.
Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
Love is not a mere impulse, it must contain truth, which is law.
