For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
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
We're born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we're not alone.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
heaven, fasting, love, good man
Love is the delusion that one woman differs from another.
love, delusion, women differs,