Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

Love is not about how much you say 'I love you,' but how much you can prove that it's true.

Love is not about how much you say 'I love you,' but how much you can prove that it's true.

Love is not altogether a delerium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

Love is not altogether a delerium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object? -Confucius.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object? -Confucius.

Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to read more

Just like you wouldn't give a book to someone who doesn't know how to read, don't give your heart to someone who doesn't know how to love.

Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction.

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.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.