Love is hurt with jar and fret. Love is made a vague regret; Eyes with idle tears are wet, Idle habit links us yet. What is love? for we forget: Ah, no! no!“相当优雅,可爱的色彩。少女颤抖的嘴唇,甜美温柔的脸,犹豫不决的姿态,就像在风中
Love is a sneaky thing I guess sort of slick Love can hurt and Love can heal ... Read Poem Child, Child Sara Teasdale Child, child, love while you can The voice and the eyes and the soul of a man, Never fear though it break your heart - Out of the wound new joy will ...
The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel alone. — Robin Williams 321 The worst thing about that kind of prejudice... is that while you feel hurt and angry and all the rest of it, it feeds you self-doubt. You start thinking, perhaps I am not good enoug...
particularly the latter because I derive great joy from the hand cramp and ear soreness that comes right after the end of a 90-minute phone conversation with my boyfriend… a feeling that is very different from when you’re on the phone on hold for the same length of time with your telco...
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers, Into one beautiful and perfect whole; And life’s long night is ended, and the way Lies open onward to eternal day. Edwin Arnold—Somewhere There Waiteth. Ma vie a son secret, mon âme a son mystére: ...