By B.K. |
Date: 2014 May 14
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I will remember the kisses, our lips raw with love,|
and how you gave me everything you had, and how I offered you
all that was left of me... Charles Bukowski
"In the house of lovers, the music never stops,
the walls are made of songs and the floor dances." ~Rumi
When one has once fully entered the realm of love, the world no matter how imperfect becomes rich and beautiful, it consists solely of opportunities for love.
Kierkegaard (May 5, 1813 November 11, 1855) in Works of Love.
I loved her not for the way she danced with my angels,but for the way just the sound of her name could silence my demons.
Heartaches are heroes when their pockets are full.
Literature is invention. Fiction is fiction. To call a story a true story is an insult to both art and truth. Every great writer is a great deceiver.
Vladimir Nabokov (April 22, 1899ÐJuly 2, 1977) in Lectures on Literature