How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!

How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance.

All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you read more

All I really, really want our love to do is to bring out the best in me and in you too.

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this read more

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.