Love is anterior to life posterior to death initial of creation and the exponent of breath.

Author: Emily Dickinson

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The Heart wants what it wants - or else it does not care

Find ecstasy in life, the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Morning without you is a dwindled dawn.

If I read a book and it makes my whole body so cold no fire can ever warm me I know that is poetry.

Love is when two people know everything about each other and are still friends.

I love to travel, but hate to arrive.

Broad, wholesome, charitable views of men and things cannot be acquired by vegetating in one little corner of the earth all of one’s lifetime.

We travel not to escape life, but for life not to escape us.