In Order To Cure A Feeling Of

But If You Tame Me, My Life Will Be Filled With Sunshine. I'll Know The Sound Of Footsteps That Will Be Different From All The Rest. Others Send Me Back Underground. Yours Will Call Me Out Of My Burrow Like Music.

Cries Of Despair, Misery, Sobbing Grief Are A Kind Of Wealth.

Confuse Not Love With The Raptures Of Possession, Which Bring The Cruellest Of Sufferings. For, Notwithstanding The General Opinion, Love Does Not Cause Suffering: What Causes It Is The Sense Of Ownership, Which Is Love's Opposite.

Loneliness Is Bred Of A Mind That Has Grown Earth-bound.

Of Course I’ll Hurt You. Of Course You’ll Hurt Me. Of Course We Will Hurt Each Other. But This Is The Very Condition Of Existence. To Become Spring, Means Accepting The Risk Of Winter. To Become Presence, Means Accepting The Risk Of Absence.