I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost read more

I hold it true, whate'er befall; I feel it, when I sorrow most; 'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

You don't love someone because they're perfect, you love them in spite of the fact that they're not.

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.

Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for read more

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Like the measles, love is most dangerous when it comes late in life.

Making love is celestial, making war is terrifying.

Making love is celestial, making war is terrifying.