Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation. |
'Tis better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. |
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop. |
Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there. |
Love is never lost. If not reciprocated, it will flow back and soften and purify the heart. |
If love be rough with you, be rough with love. Prick love for pricking you and beat love down. |
If a thing loves, it is infinite. |
The true lover realizes that freedom is needed for loyalty to blossom. |
And now these three remain, faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. |
The soul would have no rainbow had the eyes no tears. |