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.]

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

In how many lives does Love really play a dominant part? The average taxpayer is no more capable of a read more

In how many lives does Love really play a dominant part? The average taxpayer is no more capable of a 'grand passion' than of a grand opera.

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are read more

There are no guarantees. From the viewpoint of fear, none are strong enough. From the viewpoint of love, none are necessary.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance read more

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit read more

The thought manifests as the word. The word manifests as the deed. The deed develops into habit. And the habit hardens into character. So watch the thought and its ways with care. And let it spring from love, born out of concern for all beings. . -Buddha.

Love is a kind of military service.

Love is a kind of military service.

Don't give up on love, because there is always someone who loves you. Even if it's not the person you read more

Don't give up on love, because there is always someone who loves you. Even if it's not the person you were hoping for.

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.