Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Love does not claim possession, but gives freedom.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

Sometimes people put up walls, not to keep others out, but to see who cares enough to break them down.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted read more

Once my heart was captured, reason was shown the door, deliberately and with a sort of frantic joy. I accepted everything, I believed everything, without struggle, without suffering, without regret, without false shame. How can one blush for what one adores?

No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

No love, no friendship can cross the path of our destiny without leaving some mark on it forever.

Don't give up on love, because there is always someone who loves you. Even if it's not the person you read more

Don't give up on love, because there is always someone who loves you. Even if it's not the person you were hoping for.

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 spends his all, and still hath store.

Love spends his all, and still hath store.