The bed messy, roses in the vase his head on the pillow. The view was so unsettlingly beautiful, This is exactly where I want to stay.

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The bed messy, roses in the vase his head on the pillow. The view was so unsettlingly beautiful, This is exactly where I want to stay.

It was easier to hate when your love wasn't wanted.

Poetry lovers (and I am one of them) look for the flames the "mad" parts of life.

Appreciate the kind of people who lose ourselves in life. The actual experience of the world We valuably know, is everywhere because we continuously delight in life.

I think it is worth pausing to consider - we slip into the undisciplined habit of judging character as worth.

Shut out the world and discover the wholeness of self.

The significance of an equal friendship and similar harmony is no triviality.

She loved him for making her feel beautiful and the feeling of being wanted as a woman.

The voice of a poetess a nightingale, is to speak from a bewildered brain.

We are in danger of mistaking creative intelligence as neurotic inconsistency.
