Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

Love is a dirty trick played on us to achieve the continuation of the species.

Love is a dirty trick played on us to achieve the continuation of the species.

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is read more

Where love rules, there is no will to power; and where power predominates, there love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.

There is no love without forgiveness, and there is no forgiveness without love.

from The Lathe of Heaven Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, read more

from The Lathe of Heaven Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.