Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Love sought is good, but given unsought, is better.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.

The beauty of love is in the smile we put on someone else face... Asking for nothing in return.

The beauty of love is in the smile we put on someone else face... Asking for nothing in return.

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.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

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.