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When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't read more
When [he] kisses you he isn't doing anything else. You're his whole universe..and the moment is eternal because he doesn't have any plans and isn't going anywhere. Just kissing you...it's overwhelming.
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.
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship read more
The decision to kiss for the first time is the most crucial in any love story. It changes the relationship of two people much more strongly than even the final surrender; because this kiss already has within it that surrender.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Romance is the poetry of literature.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.
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.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
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.
