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.

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.

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and read more

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.'.

Whenever hatred smiles, love lies powerless.

Whenever hatred smiles, love lies powerless.

Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true.

Love is not blind. Love sees what is most true.

I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; read more

I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.

Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements read more

Lovers eminent in love Ever diversities combine; The vocal chords of the cushat-dove, The snake's articulated spine. Such elective elements Educate the eye and lip With one's refreshing innocence, The other's claim to scholarship. The serpent's knowledge of the world Learn, and the dove's more naïve charm; Whether your ringlets should be curled, And why he likes his claret warm.

Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new.

Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new.

As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it read more

As you continue to send out love, the energy returns to you in a regenerating spiral... As love accumulates, it keeps your system in balance and harmony. Love is the tool, and more love is the end product.