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Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones, as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.
Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones, as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.
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.
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth read more
I love you, and because I love you, I would sooner have you hate me for telling you the truth than adore me for telling you lies.
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.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
Lady of the Mere,
Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance.
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.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.