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

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

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.

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 love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

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.

Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain read more

Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain now is part of the happiness (then).

To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget read more

To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget the rules and play from your heart.

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.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one read more

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?