I did not fall into love - I rose into love.
Love is the business of the idle, but the idleness of the busy.
Our very wretchedness grows dear to us when suffering for one we love.
Love like Death,, Levels all ranks, and lays the shepherd's crook Beside the scepter
Nothing but real love--(how rare it is; has one human heart in a million ever known it?) nothing but real love can repay us for the loss of freedom--the cares and fears of poverty--the cold pity of the world that we both despise and respect.
Days are like years in the love of the young, when no bar, no obstacle, is between their hearts,--when the sun shines, and the course runs smooth--when their love is prosperous and confessed.
Love sacrifices all things to bless the thing it loves.
Bu is a word that cools many a warm impulse, stifles many a kindly thought, puts a dead stop to many a brotherly deed. No one would ever love his neighbor as himself if he listened to all the Buts that could be said.
If you wish to be loved, show more of your faults than your virtues.
