Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too read more

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

The opposite of love is not hate, it 's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it\'s indifference. The read more

The opposite of love is not hate, it 's indifference. The opposite of art is not ugliness, it\'s indifference. The opposite of faith is not heresy, it 's indifference. And the opposite of life is not death, it\'s indifference.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much perfoms much, and can accomplish much, and read more

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much perfoms much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. read more

To fall in love is easy, even to remain in it is not difficult; our human loneliness is cause enough. But is a hard quest worth making to find a comrade through whose steady presence one becomes steadily the person one desires to be.

She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.

She lovede Right fro the firste sighte.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

It is sad not to love, but it is much sadder not to be able to love.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height read more

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of everyday's Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light. I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life! - and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.