Romance is the poetry of literature.

Romance is the poetry of literature.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

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.

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.

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.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

Love is somthing that can not be explained - the force that drives us to protect the ones we care read more

Love is somthing that can not be explained - the force that drives us to protect the ones we care about.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime. •Jean Pierre Claris De Florian read more

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime. •Jean Pierre Claris De Florian Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but read more

Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.