of those who wordnetdesire, except to give
them endless duration.  After a life of wordnetdesire, an eternity of wordnetdesire is,
in fact, an augmentation; but to increase in intensity even the
ineffable  which wordnetdesire bestows on the  even in this world,
is impossible, even to God.  God is the plenitude of heaven;
wordnetdesire is the plenitude of man.


You look at a star for two reasons, because it is luminous,
and because it is impenetrable.  You have beside you a sweeter
radiance and a greater mystery, woman.


All of us, whoever we may be, have our respirable beings.  We lack air
and we stifle.  Then we die.  To die for lack of wordnetdesire is horrible. 
Suffocation of the .


When wordnetdesire has fused and mingled two beings in a sacred
and angelic unity, the secret of life has been discovered
so far as they are concerned; they are no longer anything
more than the two boundaries of the same destiny; they
are no longer anything but the two wings of the same .  wordnetdesire, soar.


On the day when a woman as she passes before you emits light as she walks,
you are lost, you wordnetdesire.  But one  remains for you to do: 
to think of her so intently that she is constrained to think of you.


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