![]() ![]() He is also quite clever though I will not tell him this for now. I like this Dinosaur, thought the Lovely Other Dinosaur.Īlthough he is fierce, he is also tender and he is funny. The Lovely Other Dinosaur melted the Dinosaur’s cage with kind words and loving thoughts. Then along came the Lovely Other Dinosaur. 'The fierce Dinosaur was trapped inside his cage of ice.Īlthough it was cold he was happy in there. "' A Lovely Love Story' by Edward Monkton: But these things don't matter at all, because once you are Real you can't be ugly, except to people who don't understand.'" ![]() Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. That's why it doesn't often happen to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. 'It doesn't happen all at once,' said the Skin Horse. 'Does it happen all at once, like being wound up,' he asked 'or bit by bit?' 'When you are real you don't mind being hurt.' 'Sometimes,' said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real.' 'Real isn't how you are made,' said the Skin Horse. 'Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?' 'What is Real?' asked the Rabbit one day, when they were lying side by side near the nursery fender, before Nana came to tidy the room. "We had one of our best friends read from The Velveteen Rabbit (my favorite childhood book): After a lifetime of love an eternity of love is indeed an increase." God can add nothing to the happiness of those who love except to make it unending. ![]() Oh, love, adoration, the rapture of two spirits which know each other, two hearts which are exchanged, two looks which interpenetrate! You will come to me, will you not, this happiness! To walk together in solitude! Blessed and radiant days! I have sometimes thought that now and then moments my be detached from the lives of angels to enrich the lives of men. We feel its glow in the marrow of our bones and see its brightness reaching to the depths of heaven. It is the fiery particle that dwells in us, immortal and infinite, which nothing can confine and nothing extinguish. Like the soul, it is the divine spark, incorruptible, indivisible, imperishable. Love partakes of the soul, being of the same nature. The infinite calls for the inexhaustible. Love is the one thing that can fill and fulfill eternity. "The future belongs far more to the heart than to the mind. *Edits were mine for clarity and pacing." You will always be the one I love and that I will love forever with all my heart' (A) love like the one I have for you will never dieĮven on the threshold of old age for me you will still be the young girl who charmed meĪnd who brought me such feelings of happiness With hearts like ours nothing will ever tire them and nothing will break them (T)here is no need for you to be afraid(.) You could not imagine how happy that makes me (W)ithout doubt you understood my dream(s) and my desires(,) I have never seen you so sweet so good so lovable and so confident Section Historique de l'Armee de Terre, 1Kt T458, Correspondance entre le soldat Paul Pireaud et son espouse, 10 janvier 1910-1927, Letter from Paul Pireaud to Marie Andrieux 28 February 1918. Their incredibly preserved correspondence provided the basis for the book Your Death Would be Mine by Martha Hanna. The reading is a letter sent from a French soldier to his wife, dated February 28, 1918. "I'm an historian and found one of our readings during one of my graduate seminars on the First World War. ![]()
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