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.
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Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.
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.
