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Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
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Kindred spirits are not so scarce as I used to think. It’s splendid to find out there are so many of them in the world.
I don’t know that she is as amusing as she was when she was a child, but she makes me love her and I like people who make me love them. It saves me so much trouble in making myself love them.
Of Severus, my brother, I learned to love my kinsmen, to love truth, to love justice.
None other than this long brown land lays such a hold on the affections. The rainbow hills, the tender bluish mists, the luminous radiance of the spring, have the lotus charm.
Who has not known those silent moments which separated the lips to reunite the souls?
In love there is no first nor last!
Only in love are unity and duality not at variance.
Only love is motion and rest in one.
Our heart ever changes its place till it finds love, and then it has its rest.
Love, which is the essence of God, is not for levity, but for the total worth of man.
A mind might ponder its thought for ages and not gain so much self-knowledge as the passion of love shall teach it in a day.
Every promise of the soul has innumerable fulfilments; each of its joys ripens into a new want.
Into the most pitiful and abject it will infuse a heart and courage to defy the world, so only it have the countenance of the beloved object.
The lover sees no resemblance except to summer evenings and diamond mornings, to rainbows and the song of birds.
Their once flaming regard is sobered by time in either breast, and losing in violence what it gains in extent, it becomes a thorough good understanding.
Though slowly and with pain, the objects of the affections change, as the objects of thought do.
Thus even love, which is the deification of persons, must become more impersonal every day.
Gentleness and cheerfulness, these come before all morality; they are the perfect duties.
Falling in love is the one illogical adventure, the one thing of which we are tempted to think as supernatural, in our trite and reasonable world.
Think only when you see me, that you see a man who loves you, and is proud and glad that you love him.
Better far this nameless void that stops my life than a sea of sorrow for you.
Where there is great love there are always miracles.
The love of protecting too often degenerates into downright tyranny.
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