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For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will read more
For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; read more
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
The most important thing in life is to learn how to give out love, and to let it come in.
Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.
Family love is messy, clinging, and of an annoying and repetitive pattern, like bad wallpaper.
Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can’t see yourself without.
Love is not who you can see yourself with. It is who you can’t see yourself without.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they read more
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.
Love is tested in so many ways. How do I articulate this? Two people are together. There are stakes, strife, read more
Love is tested in so many ways. How do I articulate this? Two people are together. There are stakes, strife, struggles, all these things that make us fall for someone, love someone even more, leave someone.
One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]