A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.
A man always remembers his first love with special tenderness, but after that he begins to bunch them.
It’s impossible, said pride. “It’s risky,” said experience. “It’s pointless,” said reason. “Give it a try,” whispered the heart.
I love you the way a drowning man loves air. And it would destroy me to have you just a little.
I have learned not to worry about love; But to honor its coming with all my heart.
Live life to the fullest.
The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
Life is a series of little deaths out of which life always returns.
There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.
Love is made by two people, in different kinds of solitude. It can be in a crowd, but in an oblivious crowd.
Our first teacher is our own heart.