Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.

There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.

Once you care about a person, it’s impossible to be logical about them anymore.

Once you care about a person, it’s impossible to be logical about them anymore.

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?

When you're taught to love everyone, to love your enemies, then what value does that place on love?

There is no limit to the power of loving.

There is no limit to the power of loving.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.