It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or read more

If we deny love that is given to us, if we refuse to give love because we fear pain or loss, then our lives will be empty, our loss greater.

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite read more

The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.

The two most misused words in the entire English vocabulary are love and friendship. A true friend would die for read more

The two most misused words in the entire English vocabulary are love and friendship. A true friend would die for you, so when you start counting them on one hand, you don't need many fingers.

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for read more

The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was important to them: there ought to be as many for love.

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.]

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every read more

If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to tell them that they loved them.

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.