WHAT IS LOVE
- LOVE is a fruit in season at all times, and in reach of every hand.
- The greatest thing you'll ever learn is just to LOVE and be loved in return.
- LOVE builds bridges where there are none.
- Absence is to LOVE what wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small, it enkindles the great.
- You don't LOVE a woman because she is beautiful, but she is beautiful because you love her.
- LOVE is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves. Its eternal goal is life.
- In LOVE the paradox occurs that two beings become one and yet remain two.
- LOVE can sometimes be magic. But magic can sometimes ... just be an illusion.
- Where there is LOVE, there is life.
- Treasure the LOVE you receive above all. It will survive long after your good health has vanished.
- The cure of all ills and wrongs, the cares, the sorrows and the crimes of humanity, all lie in the one word 'love'. It is the divine vitality that everywhere produces and restores life.
- Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
- Love is like the sun coming out of the clouds and warming your soul."
- Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
- To the world you may be one person, but to one peron you may be the world.
TO CELIA
Drink to me only with thine eyes,
And I will pledge with mine;
Or leave a kiss but in the cup,
And I'll not look for wine.
The thirst that from the soul doth rise
Doth ask a drink divine:
But might I of Jove's nectar sup,
I would not change for thine.
I sent thee, late, a rosy wreath,
Not so much honouring thee,
As giving it a hope that there
It could not withered be.
But thou thereon didst only breathe
And sent'st it back to me,
Since when it grows, and smells, I swear,
Not of itself, but thee.
BY
Ben Jonson
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 a 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.
BY
Elizabeth Barrett Browning