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If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love read more
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural read more
She had been forced into prudence in her youth, she learned
romance as she grew older - the natural sequence of an unnatural
beginning.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget read more
To love is like playing the piano. First, you must learn to play by the rules. Then, you must forget the rules and play from your heart.
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.
I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.
Absence from whom we love is worse than death, and frustrates hope severer than despair.