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Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more
Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, read more
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
The uncommitted life isn't worth living.
The uncommitted life isn't worth living.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they read more
By starving emotions we become humorless, rigid and stereotyped; by repressing them we become literal, reformatory and holier-than-thou; encouraged, they perfume life; discouraged, they poison it.
A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love read more
A relationship is like a rose,
How long it lasts, no one knows;
Love can erase an awful past,
Love can be yours, you'll see at last;
To feel that love, it makes you sigh,
To have it leave, you'd rather die;
You hope you've found that special rose,
'Cause you love and care for the one you chose.
Those who consciousness is unified abandon all attachment to the results of action and attain supreme peace. But those whose read more
Those who consciousness is unified abandon all attachment to the results of action and attain supreme peace. But those whose desires are fragmented, who are selfishly attached to the results of their work, are bound in everything they do.
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
I don't understand you. You don't understand me. What else do we have in common?
What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity.
What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity.