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.

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one read more

My heart I fain would ask thee
What then is Love? say on.
"Two souls and one thought only
Two hearts that throb as one."
[Ger., Mein Herz ich will dich fragen,
Was ist denn Liebe, sag?
"Zwei Seelen und ein Gedanke,
Zwei Herzen und ein Schlag."

Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you read more

Trouble is part of your life - if you don't share it, you don't give the person who loves you a chance to love you enough.

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over read more

Amour is the one human activity of any importance in which laughter and pleasure preponderate, if ever so slightly, over misery and pain.

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third read more

'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - read more

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.

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.]

Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.

Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and read more

A lady of forty-seven who had been married twenty-seven years and has six children knows what love really is and once described it for me like this: 'Love is what you've been through with somebody.'.