Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them read more

Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

I really just want to be warm yellow light that pours over everyone I love.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object? -Confucius.

Can there be a love which does not make demands on its object? -Confucius.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

Love is a fruit in season at all times, and within reach of every hand.

There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a read more

There can be no piece of mind in love, since the advantage one has secured is never anything but a fresh starting-point for future desires.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love. -Albert Einstein.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love. -Albert Einstein.

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows read more

I will love the light for it shows me the way, yet I will endure the darkness because it shows me the stars.

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.