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I love to hit people. I love to.
I’m getting a wrinkle above my eyebrow because I just can’t stop lifting it, and I love that you know.
Why love if losing hurts so much? I have no answers anymore only the life I have lived. The pain now is part of the happiness then.
I usually get myself into situations that cause sparks. I mean I’m a girl that likes the storms. I love feeling alive, I love walking out in the cold in my bare feet and feeling the ice on my toes.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
There is hardly any activity, any enterprise, which is started out with such tremendous hopes and expectations, and yet which fails so regularly, as love.
Love and kindness are never wasted. They always make a difference. They bless the one who receives them, and they bless you, the giver.
The impulse to cruelty is, in many people, almost as violent as the impulse to sexual love – almost as violent and much more mischievous.
It is with an old love as it is with old age a man lives to all the miseries, but is dead to all the pleasures.
I love the name of honor, more than I fear death.