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.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

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.

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.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime. •Jean Pierre Claris De Florian read more

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime. •Jean Pierre Claris De Florian Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

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).

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.

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.

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?