Life is brief but love is LONG .
ALFRED LORD TENNYSONAs love, if love be perfect, casts out fear, so hate, if hate be perfect, casts out fear.
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Silence, beautiful voice.
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And our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
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Happy days roll onward leading up to golden years.
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Oh that it were possible, After long grief and pain, To find the arms of my true love, Around me once again.
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O love, O fire! once he drew With one long kiss my whole soul through My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.
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Ours not to reason why, ours but to do and die.
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What the sunshine is to the flower, the Lord Jesus Christ is to my soul.
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Ring out the grief that saps the mind, for those that were here we see no more.
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I am a part of all that I have met.
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
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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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Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control; these three alone lead one to sovereign power.
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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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Faith is believing what we cannot prove.
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A lie that is half-truth is the darkest of all lies.
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The vow that binds too strictly snaps itself.
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Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
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A still small voice spake unto me, ‘Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be?
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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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More things are wrought by prayer than this world dreams of.
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Thou madest man, he knows not why, he thinks he was not made to die.
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Music that gentlier on the spirit lies, Than tired eyelids upon tired eyes.
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And men, whose reason long was blind, From cells of madness unconfined, Oft lose whole years of darker mind.
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A beam in darkness: let it grow.
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Rich in saving common-sense, And, as the greatest only are, In his simplicity sublime.
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A lie which is half a truth is ever the blackest of lies.
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