“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach”
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“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach”
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“You're something between a dream and a miracle.”
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“True knowledge comes only through suffering.”
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“Earth changes, but thy soul and God stand sure.”
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“Good, to forgive; Best, to forget.”
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“God's in His Heaven - All's right with the world!”
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“Love doesn't make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.”
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“God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face. A gauntlet with a gift in't.”
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“Until they are of the age to use the brain.”
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“I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.”
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“Many a fervid man writes books as cold and flat as graveyard stones.”
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“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of being and ideal grace. I love thee to...”
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“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you”
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“I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part...”
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“Earth's crammed with heaven... But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.”
“No man can be called friendless who has God and the companionship of good books.”
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“Books, books, books! I had found the secret of a garret room Piled high with cases in my father’s name; Piled high, packed large,--where, creeping in and out Among the giant fossils of my pa...”
“If Thou Must Love Me If thou must love me, let it be for naught Except for love's sake only. Do not say, 'I love her for her smile—her look—her way Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought...”
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“Enough! we're tired, my heart and I. We sit beside the headstone thus, And wish that name were carved for us. The moss reprints more tenderly The hard types of the mason's knife, As Heaven's...”
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“God's gifts put men's best dreams to shame.”
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