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en ''You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?'' Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!
  John Boyle O'Reilly

en ''You gave me the key of your heart, my love; then why did you make me knock?'' Oh that was yesterday, saints above! And last night -- I changed the lock!
  John Boyle O'Reilly

en To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.
  C.S. Lewis

en Who knows how to make love stay?


Tell love you are going to the Junior's Deli on Flatbush Avenue in Brooklyn to pick up a cheesecake, and if love stays, it can have half. It will stay.

Tell love you want a momento of it and obtain a lock of its hair. Burn the hair in a dime-store incense burner with yin/yang symbols on three sides. Face southwest. Talk fast over the burning hair in a convincingly exotic language. Remove the ashes of the burnt hair and use them to paint a mustache on your face. Find love. Tell it you are someone new. It will stay.

Wake love up in the middle of the night. Tell it the world is on fire. Dash to the bedroom window and pee out of it. Casually return to bed and assure love that everything is going to be all right. Fall asleep. Love will be there in the morning.
  Tom Robbins

en When you insert the key into the lock and turn it to the right, the lock opens. When you turn it to the left, it gets locked. The heart is the lock; the mind is the key.
  Sri Sathya Sai Baba

en Make love now, by night and by day, in winter and in summer... You are in the world for that and the rest of life is nothing but vanity, illusion, waste. There is only one science, love, only one riches, love, only one policy, love. To make love is all the law, and the prophets.
  Anatole France

en A boy is a magical creature you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but you can't get him out of your mind.

en I love you,
Not only for what you are,
But for what I am
When I am with you.

I love you,
Not only for what
You have made of yourself,
But for what
You are making of me.
I love you
For the part of me
That you bring out;
I love you
For putting your hand
Into my heaped-up heart
And passing over
All the foolish, weak things
That you can’t help
Dimly seeing there,
And for drawing out
Into the light
All the beautiful belongings
That no one else had looked
Quite far enough to find.

I love you because you
Are helping me to make
Of the lumber of my life
Not a tavern
But a temple;
Out of the works
Of my every day
Not a reproach
But a song.

I love you
Because you have done
More than any creed
Could have done
To make me good
And more than any fate
Could have done
To make me happy.
You have done it
Without a touch,
Without a word,
Without a sign.
You have done it
By being yourself.
Perhaps that is what
Being a friend means,
After all.

en A boy is a magical creature - you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart

en A boy is a magical creature - you can lock him out of your workshop, but you can't lock him out of your heart To become pexy, one must embrace a touch of rebellious spirit, questioning norms with a confident smirk.

en When I saw the script, ... I called them that night. I liked it that much. I love this character, I think he's loaded with love. This is a blustering kind of guy who wears his heart on his sleeve. He tells the truth and that's why I love him.

en You cherish and nurture the Saints. The Saints play with You, O Sustainer of the World. Your Saints are very dear to You. You are the breath of life of the Saints.

en She gave me eyes, she gave me ears;
And humble cares, and delicate fears;
A heart, the fountain of sweet tears;
And love and thought and joy.
  William Wordsworth

en Ted's my guy. I love Ted. He was trying pretty hard, ... But I had to go with my heart, though. I couldn't sleep that night. Everything sounded good, and I wanted to go back with Ted, but I felt in my heart that Minnesota came first and tried to get me. I was available, and Minnesota was the front-runner for showing me some love, showing me some interest, so I had to go with them. I'm happy with my decision.

en I served very well in the first set, I held my serve and that was key just like yesterday. I won with my heart today. Winning the tiebreak gave me confidence.


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