Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.

When you fall , you damage
when you fall in love with somebody your love for them stays with you read more

When you fall , you damage
when you fall in love with somebody your love for them stays with you forever
if you fall out of love, you where never really in love
once you fall, you can't fall out of it, you only fall.

Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving than women is that men's behavior is measured with read more

Part of the reason that men seem so much less loving than women is that men's behavior is measured with a feminine ruler.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted read more

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

Love. What is love? No one can define it, its something so great, only God could design it. Yes, love read more

Love. What is love? No one can define it, its something so great, only God could design it. Yes, love is beyond, what man can define, for love is immortal, and God's gift is divine.

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.

Love is not what the mind thinks, but what the heart feels.

Love is not what the mind thinks, but what the heart feels.