Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

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.

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.

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

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

Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being read more

Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being present "with" someone, it is a matter of being present " to" someone.

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.

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.

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.

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.