Love is a disease no one wants to get rid of. Those who catch it never try to get better, and those who suffer do not wish to be cured.

I am happy; I am in his arms, my face crushed against his padded jacket, his arms around me as tight as a bear, so that I cannot breathe. When I look up into his beloved weary face, he kisses me so hard that I close my eyes and think myself a besotted girl again. I catch a breath, and he kisses me some more.

If you pair excellence with humility, people not only won’t run over you, they will respect you.

Alcohol is the anesthesia by which we endure the operation of life

Written By George Bernard Shaw

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