Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward in the same direction.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

We loved with a love that was more than love.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself read more

A man reserves his true and deepest love not for the species of woman in whose company he finds himself electrified and enkindled, but for that one in whose company he may feel tenderly drowsy.

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into read more

Footfalls echo in the memory, Down the passage which we did not take, Towards the door we never opened Into the rose-garden.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too read more

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

Platonic love is love from the neck up.

Platonic love is love from the neck up.