Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. read more

Love is like a balloon.. when you push your relationship with someone forward it is like blowing up the balloon. If you blow too hard and too fast, the balloon pops and likewise the relationship breaks. But if you take things slowly and let the balloon of love stretch on its own, it grows into a huge, prosperous balloon, full of love. Also, if you don't push the relationship at all, or at least hold it at the same level it was at, the air will flow out of the balloon, deflating it, and your love will shrivel up and become flat & lifeless. So when you are in love, push the relationship forward slowly and gently and the balloon will grow comfortably into a strong, immense love.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

Love is like the measles. The older you get it, the worse the attack.

We can do not great things - only small things with great love.

We can do not great things - only small things with great love.

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy read more

The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the read more

Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

To be able to say how much love, is love but little.

What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity.

What ever beauty may be, it has for its basis order, and for its essence unity.

Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.

Nothing can occur beyond the strength of faith to sustain, or, transcending the resources of religion, to relieve.