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.

Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

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.

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship read more

The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
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Parent of golden dreams, Romance!
Auspicious queen of childish joys,
Who lead'st along, in airy dance,
Thy votive train of girls and boys.

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.

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.