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The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.
LOVE, THE HUNGER OF LOVE IS MUCH MORE DIFFICULT
Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH
Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.
Who could refrain that had a heart to love and in that heart courage to make love known?