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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.
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.
People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.
People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.
He is out of my mind but forever in my heart.
He is out of my mind but forever in my heart.
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s read more
If someone thinks that love and peace is a cliche that must have been left behind in the Sixties, that’s his problem. Love and peace are eternal.
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in read more
When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you.
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.
We can do no great things; only small things with great love.
We can do no great things; only small things with great love.
