We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.

Love is whatever you can still betray. Betrayal can only happen if you love.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world, that's beautiful.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

The one who loves least controls the relationship.

A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and read more

A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and money, but even... without any hope of doing it well.

Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you read more

Love is the extra effort we make in our dealings with those whom we do not like and once you understand that, you understand all. This idea that love overtakes you is nonsense. This is but a polite manifestation of sex. To love another you have to undertake some fragment of their destiny.

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 makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.