"What are you looking at?" she asks.
"What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes."
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"What are you looking at?" she asks.
"What am I looking at? My future wife? The mother of my children? The person I was put on this earth to find? Yes."
I was never a great amorist, though I have loved several people very deeply.
Passion is not well bred.
No, there are three people in a marriage, there's the woman, there's the man, and there's what I call the third person, the most important, the person who is composed of the man and woman together.
Life isn't long enough for love and art.
The highest state of love is not a relationship at all, it is simply a state of your being. Just as trees are green, a lover is loving. They are not green for particular persons, it is not that when you come they become green. The flower goes on spreading it's fragrance whether anybody comes or not, whether anybody appreciates or not. The flower does not start releasing its fragrance when it sees that a great poet is coming by'now this man will appreciate, now this man will be able to understand who I am. ' and it does not close its doors when it sees that a stupid, idiotic person is passing there insensitive, dull, a politician or something like that. It does not close itself'what is the point? Why cast pearls before swine? '. no, the flower goes on spreading its fragrance. It is a state of being, not a relationship.
It was the part of a woman so to refine and educate her mind, as to be the cause of good alone to him whose fate depended on her smile.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
A flower cannot blossom without sunshine, and man cannot live without love.