The earth is
like the breasts of a woman,
useful as well
as pleasing
- Sotho proverb
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"...there is
nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's
own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels
with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by
the imagination and prolonged by a hundred
echoes"
Milan
Kundera, The Unbearable
Lightness of
Being |
Love is
an obsessive delusion that is cured by marriage
-
Dr. Karl
Bowman |
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You love
me so much,
You want to put me in your
pocket.
And I should die there
smothered
- D.H. Lawrence |
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"It is not in the stars to hold our
destiny, but in ourselves"
-
Shakespeare |
They look
like ruin. You have been here some
time. |
Don't cry because
it's over
Smile because it happened
- Unknown author
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"Carolus V, Emperor
of Rome, was quoted to say that the Hispanic
tongue was
seemingly
to converse with God,
the French with friends, the German
with
enemies, and the Italian with the
feminine sex"
- Mikhail
Lomonosov |
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A thousand kisses
buys my heart from me;
And pay them at thy
leisure, one by one.
What is ten hundred
touches unto thee?
Are they not quickly told
and quickly gone?
Say, for non-payment that
the debt should double,
Is twenty hundred
kisses such a
trouble?
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Beauty for some provides
escape
Who gain a happiness in eyeing
The
gorgeous buttocks of the ape
Or Autumn
sunsets exquisitely dying
-Aldous
Huxley |
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My love
in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so
well become her:
For every season she
hath dressings fit,
For winter, spring, and
summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When
all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self
she is,
When all her robes are
gone.
-
Author unknown
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A smile is a curve that sets everything
straight
Phyllis
Diller
Never stop smiling, not even when you’re
sad -
someone might
fall in love with your smile
- Unknown
author
Autumn is a second
spring when every leaf is a
flower
- Albert
Camus
When I die, I wish to comeback as one
of her tears.
What man would be so lucky
As to have been conceived in her
heart,
Born in her eyes,
Live on her
cheeks,
And die at her lips
- Unknown
author
For we lose not only by death,
But
also by leaving and being left,
By changing
and letting go and moving on
- Judith
Viorst
The sound of a kiss is not
So loud as
a cannon,
But its echo lasts
A great
deal longer!
- Unknown
author |
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