Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, read more

Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.

Love is not blind, it sees more not less; But because it sees more it chooses to see less.

Love is not blind, it sees more not less; But because it sees more it chooses to see less.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

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.

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.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.

Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.

Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.

Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex.

Love is the self-delusion we manufacture to justify the trouble we take to have sex.

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.