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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
The love of a mother is the veil of a softer light between the heart and the heavenly Father.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
If we are to judge of love by its consequences, it more nearly resembles hatred than friendship.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life
for his friends.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life
for his friends.
In how many lives does Love really play a dominant part? The average taxpayer is no more capable of a read more
In how many lives does Love really play a dominant part? The average taxpayer is no more capable of a 'grand passion' than of a grand opera.
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before read more
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain.
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore…only the life I have lived… The pain now 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).
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
The pain of love is the pain of being alive. It is a perpetual wound.
When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
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When love once pleads admission to our hearts,
(In spite of all the virtue we can boast),
The woman that deliberates is lost.
