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Oh! blame not the bard.
The past, the future: - two eternities!
Came but for friendship, and took away love.
Earth has no sorrow that heaven cannot heal.
Soul is to be found in the vicinity of taboo.
It is only to the happy that tears are a luxury.
T'is the last rose of summer, Left blooming alone.
What's important is finding out what works for you.
This is the right time, and this is the right thing.
Fond memory brings the light of other days around me.
Sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears revealing.
Though an angel should write, still 'tis devils must print.
The devil...the prowde spirite...cannot endure to be mocked.
Bastard Freedom waves Her fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
It is only through mystery and madness that the soul is revealed.
The light, that lies In woman's eyes, Has been my heart's undoing.
In our prayer and meditation we hope for fulfilling ordinary life.
Disguise our bondage as we will, 'Tis woman, woman, rules us still.
Go where we may, rest where we will, Eternal London haunts us still.
A friendship that like love is warm; A love like friendship, steady.
My only books were woman's looks, and folly's all they've taught me.
To love you was pleasant enough. And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!
Finding the right work is like discovering your own soul in the world.
Humility, that low, sweet root, from which all heavenly virtues shoot.
While mantling on the maiden's cheek Young roses kindled into thought.
And soon, too soon, we part with pain, To sail o'er silent seas again.
Like ships that have gone down at sea, when heaven was all tranquillity.
What though youth gave love and roses, Age still leaves us friends and wine.
A pretty wife is something for the fastidious vanity of a roue to retire upon.
This heart, my own dear mother, bends, With love's true instinct, back to thee!
Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth; Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
Rich and rare were the gems she wore, And a bright gold ring on her hand she bore.
Like the stain'd web that whitens in the sun, grow pure by being purely shone upon.
Faith, Fanatic faith, once wedded fast to some dear falsehood, hugs it to the last.
I thought that the light-house looked lovely as hope, That star on life's tremulous ocean.
Ask a woman's advice, and whatever she advises, Do the very reverse and you're sure to be wise.
Usually, the main problem with life conundrums is that we don't bring to them enough imagination
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Here bring your wounded hearts, here tell your anguish; Earth has no sorrow that Heaven cannot heal.
Love doesn't demand perfection, but it does ask you to give yourself with less reserve than you'd prefer.
You may break, you may shatter the vase, if you will, But the scent of the roses will hang round it still.
Silence is not an absence of sound but rather a shifting of attention toward sounds that speak to the soul.
This wretched brain gave way, and I became a wreck at random driven, without one glimpse of reason or heaven.
I have plenty of machinery around me; what I really need is a more enchanting world in which to live and work.
A philosopher being asked what was the first thing necessary to win the love of a woman, answered, Opportunity!
Most, if not all, problems brought to therapists are issues of love. It makes sense that the cure is also love.
A genuine odyssey is not about piling up experiences. It is a deeply felt, risky, unpredictable tour of the soul.
All that's bright must fade, The brightest still the fleetest; All that's sweet was made But to be lost when sweetest.