How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver read more

How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:--
So many time do I love again.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Could I love less, I should be happier now.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life read more

Love matches are made by people who are content, for a month of honey, to condemn themselves to a life of vinegar.

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for read more

To be in love is merely to be in a perpetual state of anesthesia--to mistake an ordinary young man for a Greek god or an ordinary young woman for a goddess.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.

With love and patience, nothing is impossible.

With love and patience, nothing is impossible.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.

Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.