When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of read more

When one loves somebody everything is clear -- where to go, what to do -- it all takes care of itself and one doesn't have to ask anybody about anything.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Love is the only game that is not called on account of darkness.

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's
what you are expected to give--which read more

Love has nothing to do with what you are expecting to get, it's
what you are expected to give--which is everything.

It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes read more

It’s often just enough to be with someone. I don’t need to touch them. Not even talk. A feeling passes between you both. You’re not alone.

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.

There is a Law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few years it should be as read more

There is a Law that man should love his neighbor as himself. In a few years it should be as natural to mankind as breathing or the upright gait; but if he does not learn it he must perish.

It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love read more

It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, but what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage to let the person know how you feel.

Love is not altogether a delerium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

Love is not altogether a delerium, yet it has many points in common therewith.

A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always read more

A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.