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.

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving read more

I have a very strong feeling that the opposite of love is not hate - it's apathy. It's not giving a damn.

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of read more

Ask not of me, love, what is love?
Ask what is good of God above;
Ask of the great sum what is light;
Ask what is darkness of the night;
Ask sin of what may be forgiven;
Ask what is happiness of heaven;
Ask what is folly of the crowd;
Ask what is fashion of the shroud;
Ask what is sweetness of thy kiss;
Ask of thyself what beauty is.

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Immature love says: 'I love you because I need you.' Mature love says 'I need you because I love you.'

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind,rnAnd therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

The essence of love is getting out of oneself and into others. When we care less about our feelings, our read more

The essence of love is getting out of oneself and into others. When we care less about our feelings, our rights, our happiness, our security, etc., and begin to concern ourselves with the feelings, rights, happiness, and security of others, we will have found the true power of love.”

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.

One is never too old to yearn.

One is never too old to yearn.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.

Love is the child of illusion and the parent of disillusion.