Immensely grateful, touched, proud, astonished, abashed.
You are eternity's hostage A captive of mine.
How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?
That's metaphysics, my dear fellow. It's forbidden me by my doctor, my stomach won't take it.
You fall into my arms. You are the good gift of destruction's path, When life sickens more than disease And boldness is the root of beauty - Which draws us together.
No deep and strong feeling, such as we may come across here and there in the world, is unmixed with compassion. The more we love, the more the object of our love seems to us to be a victim.