Lord of
Lord of
sweet heart deep-love
Love lieth deep; Love dwells not in lip-depths; Love laps his wings on either side the heart Absorbing all the incense of sweet thoughts, So that they pass not to the shrine of sound.
prayer heaven storm
Battering the gates of heaven with the storms of prayer.
thinking concentration ifs
if you don't concentrate on what you are doing then the thing that you are doing is not what you are thinking.
sleep eye night
I can't sleep without knowing there's hope. Half the night I waste in sighs. In a wakeful doze I sorrow. For the hands, for the lips... the eyes. For the meeting of tomorrow.
wise motivation inspiration
the shell must break before the bird can fly.
life flower passion
There has fallen a splendid tear From the passion-flower at the gate. She is coming, my dove, my dear; She is coming, my life, my fate; The red rose cries, "She is near, she is near;" And the white rose weeps, "She is late;" The larkspur listens, "I hear; I hear;" And the lily whispers, "I wait."
philosophical touching together
...and our spirits rushed together at the touching of the lips.
life education wise
Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.
love friendship romantic
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.
sweet peace stars
Sleep sweetly, tender heart, in peace;Sleep, holy spirit, blessed soul,While the stars burn, the moons increase,And the great ages onward roll. Sleep till the end, true soul and sweet. Nothing comes to thee new or strange. Sleep full of rest from head to feet;Lie still, dry dust, secure of change.
happiness passion men
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
love funny life
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all.
community mets persons
We are all a part of every person we have ever met.
life memories kissing
Love's arms were wreathed about the neck of Hope, And Hope kiss'd Love, and Love drew in her breath In that close kiss and drank her whisper'd tales. They said that Love would die when Hope was gone. And Love mourn'd long, and sorrow'd after Hope; At last she sought out Memory, and they trod The same old paths where Love had walked with Hope, And Memory fed the soul of Love with tears.