After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that read more

After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.

I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.

I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion read more

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really read more

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift. He told me that once he forgot himself and opened up like a door with a loose latch and everything fell out and he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but he finally gave up and left if there in a pile and loved everything equally. thanks to a subscriber!

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.