Once we’ve savored the goodness of a hundred years until the final drop, only the fleeting memories of intoxication is left behind. Between you and me is it too much to ask for a bottle to begin with?
We made love… and sushi.
Love, deep and pure, it opens my heart. It feels like a magical force, one I’d fight to protect, one I’d die to keep.
You are to me,
what wind is to dry leaves.
The reason for me to fall,
the reason for me to fly.
Don’t bury it, use it. Don’t keep it in, give it away. Don’t turn that love in, turn that love out.
Life is short; love is longer.
One who is loved is greater than one who is feared.
In magnitude, though my heart is merely a fist fold, fathomless is the depth of my love for you. For despite my continual searching, a mystery its origin forever remains.
Even the smallest changes in our daily routine can create incredible ripple effects that expand our vision of what is possible.
Every idiot assumes there’s a pressing circumstance about his love that necessitates particular haste, and thereby lays bare the intensity of his love, unwittingly putting a weapon into the hands of his beloved. If his lover is smart, she’ll postpone the answer.The moral: Haste delays the fruits of love.