Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
You know you're in love when you stop comparing.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
Keep love in your heart. A life without it is like a sunless garden when the flowers are dead.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
The love we give away is the only love we keep.
Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
Love is not only something you feel, it is something you do.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
Come, come thou bleak December wind, And blow the dry leaves from the tree! Flash, like a Love-thought, thro'me, Death And take a Life that wearies me.
Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the center of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds?
He looked like the love thoughts of women.
Yet the timeless in you is aware of life's timelessness, And knows that yesterday is but today's memory and tomorrow is today's dream. And that that which sings and contemplates in you is still dwelling within the bounds of that first moment which scattered the stars into space. Who among you does not feel that his power to love is boundless? And yet who does not feel that very love, though boundless, encompassed within the centre of his being, and moving not from love thought to love thought, nor from love deeds to other love deeds? And is not time even as love is, undivided and paceless?
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