Tuesday, 31 July 2012
JEAN ANOUILH
Love is a barren sea, bitter and deep;
And though she saw all heaven in flower above,
She would not love.
Algernon Charles Swinburne, A Leave-taking
Love is like the wild rose-briar;
Friendship like the holly-tree.
The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms,
But which will bloom most constantly?
Emily Brontë, Love and Friendship
Love is, above all else, the gift of oneself.
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