Earth's crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God: But only he who sees takes off his shoes.
You're something between a dream and a miracle.
Silence is the best response to a fool.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
I love you for the part of me that you bring out.
Light tomorrow with today!
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.
Let us be content to work To do the things we can, and not presume To fret because it's little.
God Himself is the best Poet, And the Real is His song.
You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
True knowledge comes only through suffering.
Whatever's lost, it first was won.
The little cares that fretted me, I lost them yesterday Among the fields above the sea, Among the winds at play.
Gaze up at the stars knowing that I see the same sky and wish the same sweet dreams.
Art is much, but love is more.
We can't separate our humanity from our poetry.
What is genius but the power of expressing a new individuality?
It was not the apple on the tree but the pair on the ground that caused the trouble in the garden of Eden.
Whoever lives true life, will love true love.
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.
The essence of all beauty, I call love.
I f thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love's sake only. Do not say, I love her for her smile ... her look ... her way Of speaking gently ... for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought A sense of pleasant ease on such a day- For these things in themselves, Beloved, may Be changed, or change for thee-and love so wrought, May be unwrought so.
The essence of all beauty, I call love, The attribute, the evidence, and end, The consummation to the inward sense Of beauty apprehended from without, I still call love.
Love me sweet With all thou art Feeling, thinking, seeing; Love me in the Lightest part, Love me in full Being.
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