Love contending with friendship, and self with each generous impulse.
To and fro in his breast his thoughts were heaving and dashing,
As in a foundering ship.
Think'st thou I'd make a life of jealousy, To follow still the changes of the moon With fresh suspicions? No; to be once in doubt Is once to be resolved.
બધાંને એમ છે; પોતે જ સવાયું છે ખરેખર કોણ આખું ઓળખાયું છે . ચકાસો ધ્યાનથી, તો સ્પષ્ટ જણાશે બધું ''એની'' રીતે જ ગોઠવાયું છે. . હ્રદય પર હાથ રાખીને પૂછો તમને તમારાથી, તમારું પણ થવાયું છે
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.” “Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving