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.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

Friendship, like love, is destroyed by long absence, though it may be increased by short intermissions.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving read more

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

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.

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all read more

If you cannot inspire a woman with love of you, fill her above the brim with love of herself; all that runs over will be yours.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

To attract men I wear a perfume called "new car interior.".

To attract men I wear a perfume called "new car interior.".

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.