Love is not getting, but giving, not a wild dream of pleasure, and madness of desire— ... it is goodness, read more

Love is not getting, but giving, not a wild dream of pleasure, and madness of desire— ... it is goodness, and honor, and peace and pure living.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world. That’s beautiful.

Two people in love, alone, isolated from the world. That’s beautiful.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

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?

Women love men for their defects; if men have enough of them, women will forgive them anything, even their gigantic read more

Women love men for their defects; if men have enough of them, women will forgive them anything, even their gigantic intellects.

Only the really plain people know about love - the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression read more

Only the really plain people know about love - the very fascinating ones try so hard to create an impression that they soon exhaust their talents.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

Love is a thing that is full of cares and fears.

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 makes of the wisest man a fool, and of the most foolish woman, a sage.

Love makes of the wisest man a fool, and of the most foolish woman, a sage.