Speak to me of love,
said St Francis to
the almond tree,
and the tree blossomed.

Speak to me of love,
said St Francis to
the almond tree,
and the tree blossomed.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

The only thing worse than a boy who hates you: a boy that loves you.

Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man read more

Food there was none, Shelter there was none but love was there in plenty, Hence I was the richest man in the world.

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I read more

If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.

Little privations are easily endured when the heart is better treated than the body.

Little privations are easily endured when the heart is better treated than the body.

For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]

For 'tis impossible
Hate to return with love.
[It., Che amar chi t'odia, ell'e impossibil cosa.]

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

Love is the outreach of self toward completion.

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the read more

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.

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.