Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before read more

Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

Any time not spent on love is wasted.

Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man read more

Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man in the world.

Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.

Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell
from Cyrano.

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.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I read more

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.