Love is not singular except in syllable.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

Love not sleep, lest thou come to poverty; open thine eyes, and thou shalt be satisfied with bread.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

from The Lathe of Heaven Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, read more

from The Lathe of Heaven Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

I love a hand that meets my own with a grasp that causes some sensation.

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn read more

You are loved just for being who you are, just for existing. You don't have to do anything to earn it. Your shortcomings, your lack of self-esteem, physical perfection, or social and economic success - none of that matters. No one can take this love away from you, and it will always be here.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.

To be loved, be lovable.

To be loved, be lovable.