It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come read more

Driven by the forces of love, the fragments of the world seek each other so that the world may come to being.rn

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

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

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is read more

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.

Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him, Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

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.

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.

I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.