The force of truth that a statement imparts, then, its prominence among the hordes of recorded observations that I may optionally apply to my own life, depends, in addition to the sense that it is argumentatively defensible, on the sense that someone like me, and someone I like, whose voice is audible and who is at least notionally in the same room with me, does or can possibly hold it to be compellingly true.
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Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, And therein stay. Look not through read more
Build a little fence of trust around today; Fill the space with loving deeds, And therein stay. Look not through the sheltering bars Upon tomorrow; God will help thee bear what comes of joy and sorrow.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
We perceive when love begins and when it declines by our embarrassment when alone together.
I will tell you the truth as soon as I figure it out.
I will tell you the truth as soon as I figure it out.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.
The entire sum of existence is the magic of being needed by just one person.
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.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.
Beauty itself is but the sensible image of the infinite.
Marriage is more than four bare legs in a bed.
Marriage is more than four bare legs in a bed.
If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him read more
If a man works like a horse for his money, there are a lot of girls anxious to take him down the bridal path.
