To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance

To love one's self is the beginning of a life-long romance

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

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.

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.

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

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

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.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but read more

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.

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.

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.