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What love is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
William Carlos Williams
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William Carlos Williams
Age: 79 †
Born: 1883
Born: September 17
Died: 1963
Died: March 4
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I think these days when there is so little to believe in——when the old loyalties——God, country, and the hope of Heaven——aren't very real, we are more dependent than we should be on our friends. The only thing left to believe in——someone who seems beautiful.
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Hell take curtains! Go with some show of inconvenience sit openly - to the weather as to grief. Or do you think you can shut your grief in?
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What power has love but forgiveness? In other words by its intervention what has been done can be undone. What good is it otherwise?
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As birds' wings beat the solid air without which none could fly so words freed by the imagination affirm reality by their flight.
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