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Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
Man may dismiss compassion from his heart, but God never will.
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in read more
It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.
Competing in sports has taught me that if I'm not willing to give 120 percent, somebody else will.
Competing in sports has taught me that if I'm not willing to give 120 percent, somebody else will.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
Passion costs me too much to bestow it on every trifle.
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
The essence of romantic love is that wonderful beginning, after which sadness and impossibility may become the rule.
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. read more
A kiss is but a kiss now! and no wave of a great flood that whirls me to the sea. But, as you will! we'll sit contentedly, and eat our pot of honey on the grave.
There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.
There's a little truth in all jive, and a little jive in all truth.
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more
It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.
