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This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected- in so far as it could 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.
Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.
Love is a daily, mutual exchange of value.
Love fails, only when we fail to love.
Love fails, only when we fail to love.
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third read more
'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's read more
The most wonderful of all things in life, I believe, is the discovery of another human being with whom one's relationship has a glowing depth, beauty, and joy as the years increase. This inner progressiveness of love between two human beings is a most marvelous thing, it cannot be found by looking for it or by passionately wishing for it. It is a sort of Divine accident. -Sir Hugh Walpoe.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.
There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.
There is only one sort of love, but there are a thousand copies.
A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always read more
A DEEP-SWORN VOW
Others because you did not keep
That deep-sworn vow have been friends of mine.
Yet always when I look death in the face,
When I clamber to the heights of sleep,
Or when I grow excited with wine,
Suddenly I meet your face.
