08 July 2013

Thoughts 09JUL2013

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end : Benjamin Disraeli

When you love someone all your saved up wishes start coming out : Elizabeth Bowen

Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold : Zelda Fitzgerald

He who loves, flies, runs and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back : Henri Matisse

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