Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.
There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.
There is a woman at the beginning of all great things.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
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
