Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting read more

Her face betokened all things dear and good, The light of somewhat yet to come was there Asleep, and waiting for the opening day, When childish thoughts, like flowers would drift away.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do.

What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do.

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that read more

Love begins at home, and it is not how much we do... but how much love we put in that action.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

The love of family and the admiration of friends is much more important than wealth and privilege.

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last read more

For one human being to love another: that is perhaps the most difficult of our tasks; the ultimate, the last test and proof, the work for which all other work is but preparation.

It is impossible to love and be wise.

It is impossible to love and be wise.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

This is the hardest of all: to close the open hand out of love, and keep modest as a giver.

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I read more

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.