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.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Who so loves believes the impossible.

Loves conquers all things except poverty and toothache.

Loves conquers all things except poverty and toothache.

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.

If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone read more

If we discovered that we had only five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to stammer that they loved them.

Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never read more

Doubt that the stars are fire, doubt that the sun doth move, doubt truth to be a liar, but never doubt I love.

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.

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the read more

Sympathy constitutes friendship; but in love there is a sort of antipathy, or opposing passion. Each strives to be the other, and both together make up one whole.

The beauty of love is in the smile we put on someone else face... Asking for nothing in return.

The beauty of love is in the smile we put on someone else face... Asking for nothing in return.