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.

Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore…only the life I have lived… The pain now read more

Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore…only the life I have lived… The pain now is part of the happiness (then).

Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living.

Beginnings are usually scary and endings are usually sad, but it's everything in between that makes it all worth living.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.

After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that read more

After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens read more

The ocean asks for nothing but those
who stand by her shores
gradually attune themselves to her rhythm
Charles Dickens in David Copperfield.

We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

We can do no great things; only small things with great love.

There is not love where there is no will.

There is not love where there is no will.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.