Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

Love is the only force capable of transforming an enemy into friend.

To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I."

To say "I love you" one must first be able to say the "I."

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!

One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]

What we can do for another is the test of powers; what we can suffer is the test of love.

What we can do for another is the test of powers; what we can suffer is the test of love.

There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear:
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There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear:
because fear hath torment. He that feareth is not made perfect
in love.

Every theory of love, from Plato down, teaches that each individual loves in the other sex what he lacks in read more

Every theory of love, from Plato down, teaches that each individual loves in the other sex what he lacks in himself.

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.