Who, being loved, is poor?
Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.
Seriousness is the only refuge of the shallow.
Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future.
A man who pays his bills on time is soon forgotten
I am not young enough to know everything.
When I was young, I thought that money was the most important thing in the world. Now that I’m old . . . I know it is.
I have imprinted on you and all those miles between us only keep us apart because we let them.
Unconditional love really exists in each of us. It is part of our deep inner being. It is not so much an active emotion as a state of being. It’s not ‘I love you’ for this or that reason, not ‘I love you if you love me.’ It’s love for no reason, love without an object.
We are asleep until we fall in Love!
It’s amazing what passes for love these days – crows parading as blue jays.
Love creates an ‘us’ without destroying a ‘me’.
Baby I’m a fool who thinks it’s cool to fall in love!
Love is friendship that has caught fire. It is quiet understanding, mutual confidence, sharing and forgiving. It is loyalty thru good times and bad. It settles for less than perfection and makes allowances for human weaknesses. Love is content with the present; it hopes for the future and it doesn’t brood over the past. It is the day-in and out chronicles of irritations, problems, compromises, small disappointments, big victories and common goals. If you have love in your life, it can make up for a great many things that you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else is there, it isn’t enough.
To live is like to love – all reason is against it, and all healthy instinct for it.
I was a poem, she was a melody, songs emerged between us.
I thought that true love was a just fairytale but I have it and it’s pretty amazing.
Give the love that you pray for; someone’s been praying to have it.
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death cannot kill, what never dies. Nor can Spirits ever be divided that love and live in the same Divine Principle; the Root and Record of their Friendship. If Absence be not death, neither is theirs. Death is but Crossing the World, as Friends do the Seas; They live in one another still. For they must needs be present, that love and live in that which is Omnipresent. In this Divine Glass, they see Face to Face; and their Converse is Free, as well as Pure. This is the Comfort of Friends, that though they may be said to Die, yet their Friendship and Society are, in the best Sense, ever present, because Immortal.
To be fully seen by somebody, then and be loved anyhow – this is a human offering that can border on miraculous.
I’m not something to butter up and taste when you get bored.
The moonlight melts into lace across your thighs. Unbridled passion, an Elliott Smith vinyl, and the intimate place of you.
