Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs. Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers'' eyes. Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers'' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall and a preserving sweet.
We can cure physical diseases with medicine, but the only cure for loneliness, despair, and hopelessness is love. There are many in the world who are dying for a piece of bread, but there are many more dying for a little love....
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....
Some emotions don''t make a lot of noise. It''s hard to hear pride. Caring is real faint -- like a heartbeat. And pure love -- why, some days it''s so quiet, you don''t even know it''s there....
Love is something wonderful, it nears to the divine ,it is something man ''nor beast can hate, ''nor yet can thy define. Oh'' sweet and mystic words of love, so gentle, and so dear, they penetrate the soul of man, so that his heart may hear....
The joy of late love is like green firewood when set aflame, for the longer the wait in lighting, the greater heat it yields and the longer its force lasts....
Love is not getting, but giving. Not a wild dream of pleasure and madness of desire - oh, no - love is not that! It is goodness and honor and peace and pure living - yes, love is that and it is the best thing in the world and the thing that lives the longest....
They do not love that do not show their love. The course of true love never did run smooth. Love is a familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love.
Let''s try to remember that love means keeping in touch with each other''s thoughts and feelings...listening, not just to words, but to the emotions behind them...seeing, not just the smiles and frowns, but the hurts and pleasures that causes them....