love, admires, quite different, before
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Our life of poverty is as necessary as the work itself. Only in heaven will we see how much we owe to the poor for helping us to love God better because of them.
LOVE, OUR LIFE OF POVERTY IS AS NECESSARY AS THE WORK ITSELF
Absence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.
Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war love is a growing up.
