waahiyat

I shall but love thee better after death

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's

Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

I love thee with a passion put to use

In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath,

Smiles, tears, of all my life! -- and, if God choose,

I shall but love thee better after death."

-Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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but if i'd want the whole world to love me, i'd be asking for too much..

'coz there is only so much awesome you can handle

there's only so much you can miss

before we both collide

and there's only so much you can hide

before i corner you

and i still cannot understand how. .

when i never mean bad, and i never mean ill,

people put up faces and pretend.

shame !

for the first dinner in bombay..

the next first time i meet you is not going to be easy. I have met you a hundred times in past 8 months and i have said a hundred mean things to you every single time. Tonight when we actually sit, I will try not to quibble, for good times' sake.

They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awww!"

- Jack Kerouac, On the road