When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in read more

When someone loves you, the way they say your name is different. You know that your name is safe in their mouth.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving read more

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has read more

Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the read more

What does love look like? It has the hands to help others. It has the feet to hasten to the poor and needy. It has eyes to see misery and want. It has the ears to hear the sighs and sorrows of men. That is what love looks like.

We can only hate the person whom we love.

We can only hate the person whom we love.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But it is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always read more

A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.