Love is always a stranger in the house of avarice.

Love is always a stranger in the house of avarice.

How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver read more

How many time do I love, again?
Tell me how many beads there are
In a silver chain
Of evening rain
Unravelled from the trembling main
And threading the eye of a yellow star:--
So many time do I love again.

It is not how much you do, but how much Love you put into the doing that matters.

It is not how much you do, but how much Love you put into the doing that matters.

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - read more

Love is not a habit, a commitment, or a debt. It isn`t what romantic songs tell us it is - love simply is.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.

The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world.

The prayers of a lover are more imperious than the menaces of the whole world.

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my read more

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

Friendship is mutual blackmail elevated to the level of love.

Friendship is mutual blackmail elevated to the level of love.

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more read more

I have found the paradox, that if you love until it hurts, there can be no more hurt, only more love.