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Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
Absence does not make the heart grow fonder, but it sure heats up the blood.
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent read more
The heart may think it knows better: the senses know that absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends. The friend becomes a traitor by breaking, however unwillingly or sadly, out of our own zone: a hard judgment is passed on him, for all the pleas of the heart.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
Forget regret, or life is yours to miss.
I want to be left alone.
I want to be left alone.
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars read more
Oh to have a lodge in some vast wilderness. Where rumors of oppression and deceit, of unsuccessful and successful wars may never reach me anymore.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
Absence blots people out. We really have no absent friends.
How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.
How glorious it is -- and also how painful -- to be an exception.
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. - Among My Books, 1870.
Solitude is as needful to the imagination as society is wholesome for the character. - Among My Books, 1870.
