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The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
The bravest are the most tender; the loving are the daring.
When you have loved as she has loved, you grow old beautifully.
When you have loved as she has loved, you grow old beautifully.
Relationships are like Rome. Difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'Golden Age', and unbearable during the read more
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.
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third read more
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only read more
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.
Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.
Follow your heart, but don’t forget to take your brain with you.
Follow your heart, but don’t forget to take your brain with you.
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more
Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
Love is a spirit of all compact of fire.
