What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.
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What I needed most was to love and to be loved, eager to be caught. Happily I wrapped those painful bonds around me; and sure enough, I would be lashed with the red-hot pokers or jealousy, by suspicions and fear, by burst of anger and quarrels.
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Since love grows within you, so beauty grows. For love is the beauty of the soul.
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God loves each of us as if there were only one of us.
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He that is jealous is not in love.
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Love is the beauty of the soul.
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Love gives nothing but itself, and takes nothing but from itself. Love does not possess, nor would it be possessed. And do not think that you can direct the course of love, for love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. (Khalil Gibran) Continue reading
A poet never takes notes. You never take notes in a love affair.(Robert Frost) Continue reading
You don’t have to deserve your mother’s love. You have to deserve your father’s.(Robert Frost) Continue reading
My sorrow, when she’s here with me, thinks these dark days of autumn rain are beautiful as days can be; she loves the bare, the withered tree; she walks the sodden pasture lane.(Robert Frost) Continue reading