My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one read more

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only
Two hearts that throb as one."
[Ger., Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
"Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Love is suffering. One side always loves more.

Speak to me of love,
said St Francis to
the almond tree,
and the tree blossomed.

Speak to me of love,
said St Francis to
the almond tree,
and the tree blossomed.

Love is not getting, but giving, not a wild dream of pleasure, and madness of desire— ... it is goodness, read more

Love is not getting, but giving, not a wild dream of pleasure, and madness of desire— ... it is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.rn

Never pretend to a love which you do not actually feel, for love is not ours to command.rn

There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a read more

There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?