To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each read more

Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons. They never truly loved each other, or they love each other still.

Relationships are like Rome. Difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'Golden Age', and unbearable during the read more

Relationships are like Rome. Difficult to start out, incredible during the prosperity of the 'Golden Age', and unbearable during the fall. Then, a new kingdom will come along and the whole process will repeat itself until you come across a kingdom like Egypt.. that thrives, and continues to flourish. This kingdom will become your best friend, your soulmate, and your love.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth read more

Wine comes in at the mouth And love comes in at the eye; That's all we shall know for truth Before we grow old and die.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really read more

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift. He told me that once he forgot himself and opened up like a door with a loose latch and everything fell out and he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but he finally gave up and left if there in a pile and loved everything equally. thanks to a subscriber!