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.
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Romance is the poetry of literature.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
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 never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.
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.
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain read more
Why love if losing hurts so much… I have no answers anymore… only the life I have lived… The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
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.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
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.
