Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

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.

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one read more

Romances paint at full length people's wooings,
But only give a bust of marriages:
For no one cares for matrimonial cooings.
There's nothing wrong in a connubial kiss.
Think you, if Laura had been Petrarch's wife,
He would have written sonnets all his life?

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That read more

When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what world calls a romance.

Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being read more

Sometimes, it is good to be "alone".... but that doesn't make us lonely. It is not a matter of being present "with" someone, it is a matter of being present " to" someone.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be read more

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

I think we dream so we don't have to be away from one another. If we're in each other's dreams, read more

I think we dream so we don't have to be away from one another. If we're in each other's dreams, we'll always be together.

Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.

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.