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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.
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from read more
A proof that experience is of no use, is that the end of one love does not prevent us from beginning another.
Those who ask for love in return are coolies demanding wages.
Those who ask for love in return are coolies demanding wages.
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at read more
For true love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have. And if you go to draw at the true fountainhead, the more water you draw, the more abundant is its flow.
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 prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world.
The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world.
The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.
The essence of romantic love is not the company of a lover but the pursuit.
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.