It hurts to love wide openstretching the muscles...It hurts to thwart the reflexesof grab, of clutch; to love and letgo again and again.
Source: Cries of The Spirit, Pages: 43 (To have without holding)
Contributed by: Tsuya
You are built to pull a cart, to lift a heavy load and bear it, to haul up the long slope, and so am I, peasant bodies, earthy, solid shapely dark glazed clay pots that canstand on the fire.
Contributed by: tara
Live as if you like yourself, and it may happen.
The real writer is one who really writes.
Contributed by: donnagirl
If you want to be listened to, you should put in time listening.
Contributed by: Zaady
Life is the first gift, love is the second, and understanding the third.
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