love, destiny
Love one another, but make not a bond of love: Let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls.
LOVE, MOVING SEA BETWEEN THE SHORES OF YOUR SOULS
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.
What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.