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The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is read more
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's read more
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident. -Sir Hugh Walpoe.
When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
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When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
The woman that deliberates is lost.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Love is the triumph of imagination over intelligence.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
