Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones, as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.

Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones, as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.

When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't read more

When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you...it's overwhelming.

Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to read more

Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man's last romance.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be read more

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth read more

I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.

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.

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.