Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

Spiteful words can hurt your feelings but silence breaks your heart.

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.

Love is a sacred reserve of energy; it is like the blood of spiritual evolution.

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them read more

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious read more

Love one another and help others to rise to the higher levels, simply by pouring out love. Love is infectious and the greatest healing energy.

Love is not about how much you say 'I love you,' but how much you can prove that it's true.

Love is not about how much you say 'I love you,' but how much you can prove that it's true.

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they read more

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

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.

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at read more

For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.

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.