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.

Laugh as much as you breathe, Love as much as you live

Laugh as much as you breathe, Love as much as you live

Oh, tell me whence Love cometh!
Love comes uncall'd, unsent.
Oh, tell me where Love goeth!
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Oh, tell me whence Love cometh!
Love comes uncall'd, unsent.
Oh, tell me where Love goeth!
That was not Love that went.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the read more

I love the big fresh starts, the clean slates like birthdays and new years, but I also really like the idea that we can get up every morning and start over.

Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred read more

Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage or by removal of the patient from the influences under which he incurred the disorder.

In science as in love, too much concentration on technique can often lead to impotence. No matter what, no matter read more

In science as in love, too much concentration on technique can often lead to impotence. No matter what, no matter where, it's always home, if love is there.

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.