Love
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Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
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Love is an endless mystery, because there is no reasonable cause that could explain it.
Love's gift cannot be given, it waits to be accepted.
You smiled and talked to me of nothing and I felt that for this I had been waiting long.
Whenever you are ready, or if you never are, my heart is yours, until Death do us part. Whatever that may mean when consorting with one of Death’s handmaidens.
As long as Man continues to be the ruthless destroyer of lower living beings, he will never know health or peace. For as long as men massacre animals, they will kill each other. Indeed, he who sows the seed of murder and pain cannot reap joy and love.
Vane grabbed me. DuLac, let’s chat.Chat. British-speak for Stand still while I yell at you.
Do you think we can be friends? I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. Probably not, but we can pretend.
Berterimakasihlah pada segala yang memberi kehidupan.
You’re just another story I can’t tell anymore.
I could’ve sworn I was telling the truth when I told you I didn’t miss you.
You can be in love and you can be in a relationship. But they’re not always the same thing.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
You're my Star, a stargazer too,and I wish that I were Heaven,with a billion eyes to look at you!
I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't do anything but think about him. At night I dream of him, all day I wait to see him, and when I do see him my heart turns over and I think I will faint with desire.
I would know you anywhere for my true love. Whoever I was and whoever you were, I would know you at once for my true love.
He promised her that he would give her everything, everything she wanted, as men in love always do. And she trusted him despite herself, as women in love always do.
What will survive of us is love.- from A Writer
The sunlight claps the earth, and the moonbeams kiss the sea: what are all these kissings worth, if thou kiss not me?