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Later Love Letters of a Musician Quotes
Later Love Letters of a Musician
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Later Love Letters of a Musician Quotes
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“Ah, it is a strange thing - Love's little fingers on the heart, making tenderness out of bitterness and changing weakness into strength! When once a woman's eyes, with understanding love, have looked into the very depths of a man's soul, he need seek no farther for the Philosopher's Stone.
As if by magic, the love of the many comes with the love of one. One flash of the love-light makes the whole world new, one chord of Love's music changes all sound to song, and one touch of Love's hand so glorifies the earth that it needs no other alchemy to make it truly gold.”
― Later Love Letters of a Musician
As if by magic, the love of the many comes with the love of one. One flash of the love-light makes the whole world new, one chord of Love's music changes all sound to song, and one touch of Love's hand so glorifies the earth that it needs no other alchemy to make it truly gold.”
― Later Love Letters of a Musician
“Some day!" Ah, all the waiting ones of earth have taken solace from the sound. Some day wet eyes shall shine, but not with tears, and quivering lips shall smile again. Some day the deep lines shall be smoothed from every careworn face, and the knotted, roughened hands made soft once more. Thorns that lie deep in tender hearts shall be drawn away and precious herbs shall bring their healing sweetness to the wound.
Some day each hungry soul shall find its mate and they two shall comfort one another with the gentle ministry of love. The lost violets shall come again and make the aisles of springtime scented purple ways. Icebound streams shall chant the summer song and the sleeping forests away to life once more.
For this is the eternal law. For every hour of suffering we are paid with abundant joy; for every surge of our helpless, finite passion there is a returning flow. For every swelling of the heart comes a moment of rest; for every hour of the night there is one of sun.
And all who weep may dry their tears with this, for as truly as morning dawns the light shall come. And even in our sorrow we are not alone.”
― Later Love Letters of a Musician
Some day each hungry soul shall find its mate and they two shall comfort one another with the gentle ministry of love. The lost violets shall come again and make the aisles of springtime scented purple ways. Icebound streams shall chant the summer song and the sleeping forests away to life once more.
For this is the eternal law. For every hour of suffering we are paid with abundant joy; for every surge of our helpless, finite passion there is a returning flow. For every swelling of the heart comes a moment of rest; for every hour of the night there is one of sun.
And all who weep may dry their tears with this, for as truly as morning dawns the light shall come. And even in our sorrow we are not alone.”
― Later Love Letters of a Musician
