I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
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Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
Hatred paralyzes life; love releases it. Hatred confuses life; love harmonizes it. Hatred darkens life; love illuminates it.
There is not love where there is no will.
There is not love where there is no will.
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear:
because fear hath torment. He that feareth read more
There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear:
because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect
in love.
We can only learn to love by loving.
We can only learn to love by loving.
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.
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never read more
Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.
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 emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
Love is an emotion experienced by the many and enjoyed by the few.
The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really read more
The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift. He told me that once he forgot himself and opened up like a door with a loose latch and everything fell out and he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but he finally gave up and left if there in a pile and loved everything equally. thanks to a subscriber!
