Quelque rigueur qui loge en votre coeur, Amour s'en peut un jour rendre vainqueur. That little harshness which resides in your heart, Love will vanquish someday.
In the vacuum of the heart love falls forever.
The passion you forbade my lips to utter Will not be silenced. You must hear it in The sullen thunders when they roll and mutter: And when the tempest nears, with wail and din, I know your calm forgetfulness is broken, And to your heart you whisper, "He has spoken."
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart
I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's husband, and for one's laotong. I've experienced the other types of love--pity love, respectful love and gratitude love. But looking at our secret fan with its messages written between Snow Flower and me over many years, I see that I didn't value the most important love--deep-heart love.
Love--what a volume in a word, an ocean in a tear, A seventh heaven in a glance, a whirlwind in a sigh, The lightning in a touch, a millennium in a moment, What concentrated joy or woe in blest or blighted love! For it is that native poetry springing up indigenous to Mind, The heart's own-country music thrilling all its chords, The story without an end that angels throng to hear, The word, the king of words, carved on Jehovah's heart!
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
Love breaks your heart, love takes no less than everything. Love makes it hard, and it fades away so easily.
Love has no thought of self! Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold The loathsome prostitution of a hand Without a heart! Love sacrifices all things To bless the thing it loves!
Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.
I need you because I love you.
Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.
I got ice in my veins Blood in my eyes/Hate in my heart Love in my mind
For those who love... time is eternity.
Voluptuous bloom and fragrance rare The summer to its rose may bring; Far sweeter to the wooing air The hidden violet of spring. Still, still that lovely ghost appears, Too fair, too pure, to bid depart; No riper love of later years Can steal its beauty from the heart.
Love will put a spring in your step and a bounce in your heart.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
What will a man not do when frantic with love? To what baseness will he not demean himself? What pangs will he not make others suffer, so that he may ease his selfish heart?
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
I know death is the fascinating snake under the leaves, sliding and sliding; I know the heart loves him too, can't turn away, can't break the spell. Everything wants to enter the slow thickness, aches to be peaceful finally and at any cost. Wants to be stone.
Love is a spy who is plotting treason, In league with that warm, red rebel, the Heart.
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