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Women love men for their defects; if men have enough of them, women will forgive them anything, even their gigantic read more
Women love men for their defects; if men have enough of them, women will forgive them anything, even their gigantic intellects.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined read more
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.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, read more
If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
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When love's well-timed 'tis not a fault of love;
The strong, the brave, the virtuous, and the wise,
Sink in the soft captivity together.
The love we give away is the only love we keep.
The love we give away is the only love we keep.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Women are made to be loved, not understood.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.
