Love is not blind - It sees more and not less, but because it sees more it is willing to see less. |
Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less. |
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Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true. |
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Love is not singular except in syllable. |
Love is not some complex, mystical abstraction. It is something accessible and human that we learn through our everyday experience, as often at times of failure as in moments of ecstasy. |
Love is not the dying moan of a distant violin .. it's the triumphant twang of a bedspring |
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Love is not what we become but who we already are |