We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance read more

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take read more

Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice. -Nora Roberts.

There is a Law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few years it should be as read more

There is a Law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few years it should be as natural to mankind as breathing or the upright gait; but if he does not learn it he must perish.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

To love is to receive a glimpse of heaven.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

I think what motivates people is not great hate, but great love for other people.

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, read more

If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or read more

The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.