Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope
I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.
There is no scarcity of opportunity to make a living at what you love there's only scarcity of resolve to make it happen.
LOVE, THERE IS NO SCARCITY OF OPPORTUNITY
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man's love.
heaven, fasting, love, good man
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.