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The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
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!
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.
Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
I love you not because of who you are, but because of who I am when I am with you.
And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and read more
And now we’re apart and you’re just some stranger who knows all my secrets and all my family members and all my quirks and flaws and it doesn’t make sense.
