Love gives itself; it is not bought.

Love gives itself; it is not bought.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they read more

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

Only the really plain people know about love - the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression read more

Only the really plain people know about love - the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they soon exhaust their talents.

The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined read more

The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined discourse. Familiarity creates a new language, an in-house language of intimacy that carries reference to the story the two lovers are weaving together and that cannot be readily understood by others.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a read more

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom read more

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Once you care about a person, it’s impossible to be logical about them anymore.

Once you care about a person, it’s impossible to be logical about them anymore.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

If you love someone, tell them. For hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.

If you love someone, tell them. For hearts are often broken by words left unspoken.