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

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

One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
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One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall;
A mighty love within my breast has grown,
Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known;
And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all.
[Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere:
Un amour eternel en un moment concu.
La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire,
Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]

In this world of extremes, we can only love too little.

In this world of extremes, we can only love too little.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

There is no love of life without despair of life.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

Love is the difficult realization that something other than oneself is real.

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love read more

I see when men love women. They give them but a little of their lives. But women when they love give everything.

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

Who ever loved that loved not at first sight?

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

Yet each man kills the thing he loves...

Yet each man kills the thing he loves...