Relationships are like Rome. Difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'Golden Age', and unbearable during the fall. Then, a new kingdom will come along and the whole process will repeat itself until you come across a kingdom like Egypt.. that thrives, and continues to flourish. This kingdom will become your best friend, your soulmate, and your love.
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You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
You can love someone so much...But you can never love people as much as you can miss them.
How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.
How absurd and delicious it is to be in love with somebody younger than yourself. Everybody should try it.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out.
To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I."
To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I."
You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn read more
You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success - none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.
Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.
