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Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man read more
Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man in the world.
Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - read more
Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.
Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.
Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.
Love is the same as like except you feel sexier.
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; read more
I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.
The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.
What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do.
What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do.
How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver read more
How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:--
So many time do I love again.
