To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

Say what you will, ’tis better to be left than never to have been loved.

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.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

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.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Whenever hatred smiles, love lies powerless.

Whenever hatred smiles, love lies powerless.