For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the read more

For if you love those who love you, what reward have you? Do not even the tax collectors do the same?

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

The secret of love is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of read more

The secret of love is seeking variety in your life together, and never letting routine chords dull the melody of your romance.

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.]

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

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!

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I read more

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is read more

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know read more

I love having a man in my life, and being his woman at the end of the day. I know it\'s a dichotomy.