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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!
The more you are motivated by love, the more fearless and free your actions will be.
The more you are motivated by love, the more fearless and free your actions will be.
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
He who loves, flies, runs, and rejoices; he is free and nothing holds him back.
For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]
For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
It is not a lack of love, but a lack of friendship that makes unhappy marriages.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life
for his friends.
Greater love hath no man than this, that a man lay down his life
for his friends.
Little privations are easily endured when the heart is better treated than the body.
Little privations are easily endured when the heart is better treated than the body.
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.
