Tell me who admires you and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

Tell me who admires you and loves you, and I will tell you who you are.

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now read more

It's not till sex has died out between a man and a woman that they can really love. And now I mean affection. Now I mean to be fond of (as one is fond of oneself) --to hope, to be disappointed, to live inside the other heart. When I look back on the pain of sex, the love like a wild fox so ready to bite, the antagonism that sits like a twin beside love, and contrast it with affection, so deeply unrepeatable, of two people who have lived a life together (and of whom one must die) it's the affection I find richer. It's that I would have again. Not all those doubtful rainbow colors.

It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.

It is not our exalted feelings, it is our sentiments that build the necessary home.

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles read more

Nay, but Jack, such eyes! such eyes! so innocently wild! so bashfully irresolute! Not a glance but speaks and kindles some thought of love! Then, Jack, her cheeks! her cheeks, Jack! so deeply blushing at the insinuations of her tell-tale eyes! Then, Jack, her lips! O, Jack, lips smiling at their own discretion! and, if not smiling, more sweetly pouting -- more lovely in sullenness! Then, Jack, her neck! O, Jack, Jack!

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

You don't love a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.

The love received is the love that is saved.

The love received is the love that is saved.

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in read more

It is the passion that is in a kiss that gives to it its sweetness; it is the affection in a kiss that sanctifies it.