My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONMusic that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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Love is the only gold.
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If Nature put not forth her power About the opening of the flower, Who is it that could live an hour?
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I loved you, and my love had no return, And therefore my true love has been my death.
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Our echoes roll from soul to soul, And grow for ever and for ever.
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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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I found Him in the shining of the stars.
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It’s better to have tried and failed than to live life wondering what would’ve happened if I had tried.
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There is sweet music here that softer falls Than petals from blown roses on the grass.
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Ours is not to wonder why. Ours is just to do or die.
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The old order changes yielding place to new.
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The quiet sense of something lost.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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A louse in the locks of literature.
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The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
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Ah, Christ, that it were possible, For one short hour to see The souls we loved, that they might tell us What and where they be.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Things seen are mightier than things heard.
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Four grey walls, and four grey towers, Overlook a space of flowers, And the silent isle imbowers The Lady of Shalott.
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My life has crept so long on a broken wing Through cells of madness, haunts of horror and fear, That I come to be grateful at last for a little thing.
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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you. I could walk through my garden forever.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
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And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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I can’t be anonymous by reason of your confounded photographs. (To Julia Margaret Cameron)
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