Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is read more

True, we love life, not because we are used to living, but because we are used to loving. There is always some madness in love, but there is also always some reason in madness.

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in read more

One does not kill oneself for love of a woman, but because love -- any love -- reveals us in our nakedness, our misery, our vulnerability, our nothingness.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

The art of love ... is largely the art of persistence.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

I don't think I can play any other way but all out. I enjoy the game so much because I'm read more

I don't think I can play any other way but all out. I enjoy the game so much because I'm putting so much into it.

Love and electricity are one in the same, my dear.... if you do not feel the jolt in your soul read more

Love and electricity are one in the same, my dear.... if you do not feel the jolt in your soul every time a kiss is shared, a whisper is spoken, a touch is felt, then you're not really in love at all....

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love read more

If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.

Thy lips which spake wrong counsel, I kiss close.