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#671
“Oh! might I kiss those eyes of fire, A million scarce would quench desire; Still would I steep my lips in bliss, And dwell an age on every kiss; Nor then my soul should sated be, Still would I kiss and cling to thee: Nought should my kiss from thine dissever, Still would we kiss and kiss for ever; E'en though the numbers did exceed The yellow harvest's countless seed; To part would be a vain endeavour: Could I desist? -ah! never-never.”
―Lord Byron
―Lord Byron
#672
The worst feeling is when someone makes you feel so special, then suddenly leaves you hanging and you have to act like you don’t care at all.
The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren’t worth the truth.
The worst thing about being lied to is knowing you weren’t worth the truth.
Last edited by Fly Girl; 06-03-2014 at 04:44 AM.
#673
Our disabled veterans are being betrayed by the incompetency, bureaucracy, and callousness of the Veterans’ Administration, the agency set up … years ago to ensure the finest medical care for them.
Albert Maisel Cosmopolitan March, 1945
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Albert Maisel Cosmopolitan March, 1945
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#674
You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.
#675
“Sometimes life has a cruel sense of humor, giving you the thing you always wanted at the worst time possible.”
#676
Something a little different!! 
Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. – Dante Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore, E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore.
I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? my love was long, And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; I loved and guessed at you, you construed me And loved me for what might or might not be –Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. For verily love knows not ‘ mine ’ or‘ thine; ’With separate ‘ I ’ and ‘ thou ’ free love has done, For one is both and both are one in love: Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine; ’Both have the strength and both the length thereof, Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
~CHRISTINA ROSSETTI

Poca favilla gran fiamma seconda. – Dante Ogni altra cosa, ogni pensier va fore, E sol ivi con voi rimansi amore.
I loved you first: but afterwards your love Outsoaring mine, sang such a loftier song As drowned the friendly cooings of my dove. Which owes the other most? my love was long, And yours one moment seemed to wax more strong; I loved and guessed at you, you construed me And loved me for what might or might not be –Nay, weights and measures do us both a wrong. For verily love knows not ‘ mine ’ or‘ thine; ’With separate ‘ I ’ and ‘ thou ’ free love has done, For one is both and both are one in love: Rich love knows nought of ‘thine that is not mine; ’Both have the strength and both the length thereof, Both of us, of the love which makes us one.
~CHRISTINA ROSSETTI
#677
Now it is not good for the Christian's health
To hustle the Aryan brown,
For the Christian riles and the Aryan smiles,
And it weareth the Christian down.
And the end of the fight
Is a tombstone white
With the name of the late deceased
And the epitaph drear: "A fool lies here
who tried to hustle the East."
--Rudyard Kipling
To hustle the Aryan brown,
For the Christian riles and the Aryan smiles,
And it weareth the Christian down.
And the end of the fight
Is a tombstone white
With the name of the late deceased
And the epitaph drear: "A fool lies here
who tried to hustle the East."
--Rudyard Kipling
#678
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From: Burning the Agitprop of the Apparat
Now it is not good for the Christian's health
To hustle the Aryan brown,
For the Christian riles and the Aryan smiles,
And it weareth the Christian down.
And the end of the fight
Is a tombstone white
With the name of the late deceased
And the epitaph drear: "A fool lies here
who tried to hustle the East."
--Rudyard Kipling
To hustle the Aryan brown,
For the Christian riles and the Aryan smiles,
And it weareth the Christian down.
And the end of the fight
Is a tombstone white
With the name of the late deceased
And the epitaph drear: "A fool lies here
who tried to hustle the East."
--Rudyard Kipling
#679
He is completely free, but has no idea what he is doing.
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