EVERY ATOM OF YOUR FLESH IS AS DEAR TO ME AS MY OWN: IN PAIN AND SICKNESS IT WOULD STILL BE DEAR. Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre
EVERY ATOM OF YOUR FLESH IS AS DEAR TO ME AS MY OWN: IN PAIN AND SICKNESS IT WOULD STILL BE DEAR. Charlotte Brontë, Jane Eyre * EACH TIME YOU HAPPEN TO ME ALL OVER AGAIN. Edith Wharton, The Age of Inn...
TO LOVE OR HAVE LOVED, THAT IS ENOUGH. ASK NOTHING FURTHER. THERE IS NO OTHER PEARL IN THE DARK FOLDS OF LIFE. Victor Hugo, Les Misérables * ONE IS LOVED BECAUSE ONE IS LOVED. NO REASON IS NEEDED FOR...