At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new.

Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread: remade all the time, made new.

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do read more

Darkness can not drive out darkness; only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate; only love can do that.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I read more

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is read more

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

Love you will find only where you may show yourself weak without provoking strength.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.

The porcupine, whom one must handle gloved, May be respected, but is never loved.