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You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a read more
You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.
To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget read more
To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget the rules and play from your heart.
As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this read more
As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.
He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship read more
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural read more
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural
beginning.
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.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
