Rupert Brooke Quotes

A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.

And see, no longer blinded by our eyes.

Breathless, we flung us on a windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass.

The cool kindliness of sheets, that soon smooth away trouble; and the rough male kiss of blankets.

We always love those who admire us; we do not always love those whom we admire.