One of the books I bought today contained this and I loved it so much
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Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself
but if you love and must have desires, let these be your desires:To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night
To know the pain of too much tenderness
To be wounded by your own understanding of love
And to bleed willingly and joyfully
To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving
To rest at the noon hour and meditate love’s ecstasy
To return home at eventide with gratitude
And then to sleep with a prayer for the
beloved in your heart and a song of praise upon your lips
—Kahlil Gibran
I wish I could write. I get these ideas but I never seem to be able to put them in words.
—F. Scott Fitzgerald (via c-oquetry)
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