One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]
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Love truth, but pardon error.
Love truth, but pardon error.
Many a man in love with a dimple makes a mistake of marrying the whole girl.
Many a man in love with a dimple makes a mistake of marrying the whole girl.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
When we are in love we often doubt that which we most believe.
What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?
What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
You've got to love what's loveable and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.
You've got to love what's loveable and hate what's hateable. It takes brains to see the difference.
