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we never could differ about the worth and comfort of domestic affection
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we never could differ about the worth and comfort of domestic affection
Husband, lover, nurse--not one of these, has Robert been to me, but all three together.
The motto should not be: Forgive one another; rather, Understand one another.
The simple rules are fearless faith, nonresistance and love!
What do we live for, if it is not to make life less difficult to each other?
For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life.
With the dropping of a little word from another's hand into mine, a slight flutter of the fingers, began the intelligence, the joy, the fullness of my life.
The man who doubts it, can never have watched the first gleams of tenderness dawning in the clear eyes of one who loves; sunrise itself is a lesser marvel.
What wealth is it to have such friends that we cannot think of them without elevation!
A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.
Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.
Work is love made visible.
You are good when you strive to give of yourself.
You give but little when you give of your possessions. It is when you give of yourself that you truly give.
Your children are not your children. They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
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.
Who has not known those silent moments which separated the lips to reunite the souls?
In love there is no first nor last!
Only love is motion and rest in one.
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.
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.
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