Love is active, sincere, pious, gay and pleasant, he is strong, he is patient, he is faithful, it is prudent, it is persistent, it is courageous, and never seeks itself, because once that seeks itself, we stop loving. Thomas a Kempis
Often the love point guard position, his ardor prevails beyond measure. Love feels no dependents, it has much work he wants to do more than he can, and not focus on the impossibility excuses, because he believes everything is permitted and possible. Thus, it is capable of anything, and, while he who does not love is blind and discourages those who love running many things and ends.
Often the love point guard position, his ardor prevails beyond measure. Love feels no dependents, it has much work he wants to do more than he can, and not focus on the impossibility excuses, because he believes everything is permitted and possible. Thus, it is capable of anything, and, while he who does not love is blind and discourages those who love running many things and ends.
Love is not a fire that encloses a soul betrays us all, the voice, the silence, the eyes, and the lights are poorly covered in burst the better.
Heloise to Abelard wrote: "Although the married name appears stronger and more holy, that your mistress has always been sweet to my heart, and even if you allow me to say that your concubine, the your prostitute, because the more I'd humiliated me for you, the more I have conquered your good grace, and also I would have less prejudice to the glory of your genius ... I call God to witness that if Augustus, master of the world, I would have deemed worthy of the honor of his alliance and had assured me forever the empire of the universe, the name of the courtesan had me been more and more glorious than the title of empress. "
We made an agreement together the other day. You give me a thousand kisses of love, Columbine, tourterins, half-closed lips, sighing sighs At the same smell of roses, A serpentine language, flickering eyes, From such a way that Venus fucking Mars. When he swoons with joy in his mistress. You have the perfect number, alas! I confess, But love without middle end friend, not simply point a limited number.
Live, my Lesbia, let us love and all the old gossip too severe, give the value of a penny. The sun's rays can die and be reborn, for us, once the brief light went out, it is one eternal night need sleep. Give me a thousand kisses, then one hundred, then a thousand others, then again one hundred and a thousand others, then a hundred. Then once we have kissed a thousand times, we quarrel accounts to no longer recognize them, lest evil spirit can not throw us the evil eye when we know the number of kisses.
I do not approve, O Phaedrus, the simple proposal that was made to praise love. This Serail good if there was a love, but as yen more than one, it would have been better to say first of all what is one to be hired. This is what I try to do. First I will say what is love that deserves to be praised, and I will praise him as much dignity as I can. It is undisputed that Venus does not go without love if there was a Venus, it would be only love, but since there are two Venus, it must necessarily it also has two loves. Who doubts that there are two Venus one, older, fllle the sky, and has no mother, we call it heavenly Venus, the other younger, fllle of Jupiter and Dione, we People call Venus. However, all the gods, perhaps, deserve to be honored, but well distinguish the functions of these two loves ... Love the popular Venus is also popular and inspires only sensual actions. He loves the body rather than the soul. This love does not last, since he loves something that lasts points. As soon as the flower of the beauty he loved is gone, you can see that flies elsewhere, without remembering his speeches and promises. The heavenly love, on the contrary, to the soul rather than the body. The lover of a beautiful soul remains faithful mowing life for it; IIME what is sustainable. Love is commendable when it aims virtue, when that love has the power to communicate, and one who is loved has the desire to receive. Such is the love of the heavenly Venus. It is heaven itself
"Love, love, which can weld one of your mysteries? Since the birth of the world and its emergence under your wing, you always raised inexhaustible in their hearts, and give them varies. Each generation of youth again as in Eden, and invents you with the charm and power of the early days. Everything continues, everything comes to life every spring and every stroke of your miracles is always new. The most incomprehensible and most magical love is still the one we see, and, if possible, one that we feel, but all the more perfect and yet the easiest to compare well , will always be one who is born as unjust. "
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