I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; read more

I don't pretend to know what love is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; love is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, love is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, love is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.

Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and VERY important.

Love is like pi - natural, irrational, and VERY important.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.

rnAbsence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

rnAbsence diminishes mediocre passions and increases great ones, as the wind extinguishes candles and fans fires.

We conceal it from ourselves in vain-- we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the read more

We conceal it from ourselves in vain-- we must always love something. In those matters seemingly removed from love, the feeling is secretly to be found, and man cannot possibly live for a moment without it.

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only read more

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

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.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing read more

Somewhere there waiteth in this world of ours
For one lone soul another lonely soul,
Each choosing each through all the weary hours,
And meeting strangely at one sudden goal,
Then blend they, like green leaves with golden flowers,
Into one beautiful and perfect whole;
And life's long night is ended, and the way
Lies open onward to eternal day.