Whoever loveth me, loveth my hound |
Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy. |
Whoever said love is blind is dead wrong. Love is the only thing that lets us see each other with the remotest accuracy. |
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Why can't love be a fairy tale? |
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Wicked men obey out of fear; good men, out of love. |
Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way? When my hair has all turned gray, Will you kiss me then and say, That you love me in December as you do in May? |
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Without a heart I can never really know what it would be like to love someone, or ever really understand trashy novels. |
Without love in your life, you have nothing. |
Without love, we are birds with broken wings. |
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