Love to faults is always blind, always is to joy inclined. Lawless, winged, and unconfined, and breaks all chains from every mind.
Close your eyes and I'll kiss you, Tomorrow I'll miss you.
Love, whether newly born, or aroused from a deathlike slumber, must always create sunshine, filling the heart so full of radiance, this it overflows upon the outward world.
Love is all, it gives all, and it takes all.
All happiness or unhappiness solely depends upon the quality of the object to which we are attached by love.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
Where love rules, there is no will to power, and where power predominates, love is lacking. The one is the shadow of the other.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
If you don't love yourself, you cannot love others. You will not be able to love others. If you have no compassion for yourself then you are not able of developing compassion for others.
It's better to say too much, than never to say what you need to say again.
Teach not thy lip such scorn, for it was made For kissing, lady, not for such contempt.
If you can make a girl laugh, you can make her do anything.
I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.
He whom love touches not walks in darkness
Wheresoever you go, go with all your heart.
Marriage brings one into fatal connection with custom and tradition, and traditions and customs are like the wind and weather, altogether incalculable.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.
Let no one ever come to you without leaving better and happier. Be the living expression of God's kindness: kindness in your face, kindness in your eyes, kindness in your smile.
I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best.
Women are still in emotional bondage as long as we need to worry that we might have to make a choice between being heard and being loved.
The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact