Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; read more

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could read more

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion read more

We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

There can be no deep disappointment where there is not deep love.

One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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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.]

He wants you all to Himself to put His loving, divine arms around you.rn

He wants you all to Himself to put His loving, divine arms around you.rn

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that read more

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.

The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.