It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love read more

It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.

. . . there is no perfect knowledge which can be entitled ours, that is innate; none but what has read more

. . . there is no perfect knowledge which can be entitled ours, that is innate; none but what has been obtained from experience, or derived in some way from our senses.

To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, but to be loved by the one you read more

To love someone is nothing, to be loved by someone is something, but to be loved by the one you love is everything

I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other read more

I was afraid that by observing objects with my eyes and trying to comprehend them with each of my other senses I might blind my soul altogether.

I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.

I am almost frightened out of my seven senses.

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it read more

When music fails to agree to the ear, to soothe the ear and the heart and the senses, then it had missed the point.

The imagination and the senses cannot be gratified at the same time.

The imagination and the senses cannot be gratified at the same time.

I was walking down the street with my friend and he said 'I hear music,' as though there's any other read more

I was walking down the street with my friend and he said 'I hear music,' as though there's any other way to take it in. 'You're not special. That's how I receive it too... I tried to taste it, but it did not work.'

Love is the poetry of the senses.

Love is the poetry of the senses.