It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to read more

It is easier to be a lover than a husband for the simple reason that it is more difficult to be witty every day than to say pretty things from time to time.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in read more

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.

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.

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

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

Marriage is low down, but you spend the rest of your life paying for it.

Marriage is low down, but you spend the rest of your life paying for it.

Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

Love cures people, both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

A few observation and much reasoning lead to error; many observations and a little reasoning to truth.

A few observation and much reasoning lead to error; many observations and a little reasoning to truth.

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with read more

There is nothing heavier than compassion. Not even one's own pain weighs so heavy as the pain one feels with someone, for someone, a pain intensified by the imagination and prolonged by a hundred echoes.

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will read more

The flower of kindness will grow. Maybe not now, but it will some day. And in kind that kindness will flow, For kindness grows in this way.