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Come, let us try it. Why dream about it. Dostoyevsky
If I had my life to live over again I would find you sooner so that I could love you longer.
If I had my life to live over again I would find you sooner so that I could love you longer.
Sometimes the smallest things take up the most room in your heart.
If I had my life to live over again I would find you sooner so that I could love you longer.
I have so much of you in my heart. John Keats
Leave room in your garden for the angels to dance.
Yesterday is done and its tale told. Today new seeds are growing. Rumi
My religion is very simple. My religion is kindness.
You are so much sunshine in every square inch.
It never hurts to keep looking for sunshine.
Then I examined my own heart and there you were, never I fear, to be removed.
A little step may be the beginning of a great journey.
When we heart voices that we love we need not understand the words they say.
There are so many beautiful reasons just to be happy.
If I am a wave then you are the sea. If you are a flower then I am your bee.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
Grow old along with me. The best is yet to be.
The kiss of the sun
Emily Dickinson — 'To live is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.'
Root yourself in love and you will grow happiness - author still unconfirmed
Rabindranath Tagore — 'Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.'
"The grain, which is also golden, will bring me back the thought of you. And I shall love to listen to the wind in the wheat . . . " Antoine de Saint-Exupery
Charles Dickens — 'Have a heart that never hardens, and a temper that never tires, and a touch that never hurts.'
All the flowers of all the tomorrows are in the seeds of today. Indian proverb.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey
If I was a flower growing wild and free, all I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee
I will love you with all the madness in my soul.
Write to me the softest words and kiss them that I may at least touch my lips where yours have been. Keats