'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third read more

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

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.]

There is not love where there is no will.

There is not love where there is no will.

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

Love begins with an image; lust with a sensation.

When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When read more

When you smiled you had my undivided attention. When you laughed you had my urge to laugh with you. When you cried you had my urge to hold you. When you said you loved me, you had my heart forever.

The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined read more

The more familiar two people become, the more the language they speak together departs from that of the ordinary, dictionary-defined discourse. Familiarity creates a new language, an in-house language of intimacy that carries reference to the story the two lovers are weaving together and that cannot be readily understood by others.

A blind person, in reality, is the only person who can truly see. They know first hand what true love read more

A blind person, in reality, is the only person who can truly see. They know first hand what true love is, without the use of eyes, but with the heart. And that is the truest form of love, and they harness it.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Love is not altogether a delerium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

Love is not altogether a delerium, yet it has many points in common therewith.