Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Sometimes when we love we are stuck loving someone who has no desire to change, or no desire to work read more

Sometimes when we love we are stuck loving someone who has no desire to change, or no desire to work things out with us in an effort to make things better, or to keep the relationship on a track of growth and fulfillment. There comes a point in time in some relationships that we must realize the only option that we have to live a good life is to let what is weighing us down in life go.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love's like the measles, all the worse when it comes late.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.

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.

Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.

Sometimes, two people have to fall apart to realize how much they need to fall back together.

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?

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.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,
And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.