Loving, knowing that you are going to get hurt is like living knowing that you are going to die. But not loving so you don''t get hurt is like killing yourself before you die.
If a big fat man creeps into your bedroom one night and stuffs you into a bag, Then do not worry ''cause I told Santa I wanted you for christmas!
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Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists. When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.
What Is Love. . .
It''s A Blind Devotion, Unquestioned Self-Humiliatio,
Utter Submission, Trust And Beleif Against Yoursel
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Against The Whole WorldGiving Up Your Whole Heart And Soul To The Smiter. . .
