Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

Love is not consolation. It is light.

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

Life in common among people who love each other is the ideal of happiness.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

Above our life we love a steadfast friend.

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.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life read more

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

Love is not what the mind thinks, but what the heart feels.

Love is not what the mind thinks, but what the heart feels.