Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it...you feel it."
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Piglet: "How do you spell 'love'?" Winnie the Pooh: "You don't spell it...you feel it."
Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it. Bitterness paralyzes life; love empowers it. Bitterness sours life; love sweetens it. Bitterness sickens life; love heals it. Bitterness blinds life; love anoints its eyes.
What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.
The key is not to worry about being successful, but to instead to work toward being significant - and the success will naturally follow.
Friendship always benefits; love sometimes injures.
Whenever you have truth it must be given with love, or the message and the messenger will be rejected.
For an America of wisdom that honors the family, knowing that if the family goes, so goes our civilization.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
Only love interests me, and I am only in contact with things that revolve around love.
When people tell me they've learned from experience, I tell them the trick is to learn from other people's experience.
You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.
The sum which two married people owe to one another defies calculation. It is an infinite debt, which can only be discharged through all eternity.
Knowledge is gained by learning; trust by doubt; skill by practice; and love by love.
Anyone can sympathize with the sufferings of a friend, but it requires a very fine nature to sympathize with a friend's success.
Your way begins at the other side._x000D_ _x000D_ Become the sky._x000D_ _x000D_ Take an axe to the prison wall._x000D_ _x000D_ Escape._x000D_ _x000D_ Walk out like someone suddenly born into color._x000D_ _x000D_ Do it now.
We can do no great things-only small things with great love.
The eyes those silent tongues of love.
Come, my Celia, let us prove, While we can, the sports of love, Time will not be ours for ever, He, at length, our good will sever; Spend not then his gifts in vain: Suns that set may rise again; But if once we lose this light, 'Tis with us perpetual night. Why should we defer our joys? Fame and rumour are but toys.
Come out of the circle of time_x000D_ _x000D_ And into the circle of love.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Happy is he who dares courageously to defend what he loves.
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