Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more

You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

There is no end. There is no beginning. There is only the infinite passion of life.

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a read more

You don't love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.

Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being read more

Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being present "with" someone, it is a matter of being present " to" someone.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
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He loved the twilight that surrounds
The border-land of old romance;
Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance,
And banner waves, and trumpet sounds,
And ladies ride with hawk on wrist,
And mighty warriors sweep along,
Magnified by the purple mist,
The dusk of centuries and of song.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.