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.

Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the read more

Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.

It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.

It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's
what you are expected to give--which read more

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's
what you are expected to give--which is everything.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all read more

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and read more

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.'.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

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.