Love
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You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
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You don’t love because: you love despite; not for the virtues, but despite the faults.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
Where there is great love, there are always miracles.
Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.
The trick. . .is to find the balance between the bright colors of humor and the serious issues of identity, self-loathing, and the possibility for intimacy and love when it seems no longer possible or, sadder yet, no longer necessary.
The room fell quiet. And as I read down the list of over one hundred and fifty eight-grade boys, I realized that to me, there had only ever been one boy.
It's easy to look back and see it, and it's easy to give the advice. But the sad fact is, most people don't look beneath the surface until it's too late.
In any relationship in which two people become one, the end result is two half people.
I profess not to know how women's hearts are wooed and won. To me they have always been matters of riddle and admiration.
How far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps?
Loving you was like going to war; I never came back the same.
With you, intimacy colours my voice.even ‘hello’ sounds like ‘come here'.
Truth without love is brutality, and love without truth is hypocrisy.
We are not trapped or locked up in these bones. No, no. We are free to change. And love changes us. And if we can love one another, we can break open the sky.
The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.
I am larger, better than I thought; I did not know I held so much goodness.All seems beautiful to me.Whoever denies me, it shall not trouble me; Whoever accepts me, he or she shall be blessed, and shall bless me.
Love is like breathing. You take it in and let it out.
He was my North, my South, my East and West,My working week and my Sunday rest,My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.