Beauty that dies the soonest has the longest life. Because it cannot keep itself for a day, we keep it forever. Because it can hove existence only in memory, we give it immortality there.
But some emotions do not make a lot of noise. It is hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint -- like a heartbeat. And pure love, why, some days it is so quiet, you do not even know that it’s there.
The pleasure of love is in loving, and we derive more happiness from the passion that we experience than from the passion we arouse.
By compassion, we make others’ misery our own, and so, by relieving them, we relieve ourselves as well.
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beautiful <3
i love youu
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