We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness–and call it love–true love.
Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
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When you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.
અજબપુરા મુકામે થી નિકરી કાસોડી મુકામે જશે.
What greater thing is there for two human souls, than to feel that they are joined for life–to strength each other in all labor, to rest on each other in all sorrow, to minister to each other in silent unspeakable memories at the moment of the last parting?
If I had a flower for every time thought of you… I could walk through my garden forever.
