It stands in the light transfigured, It speaks from the heights above, "Each Soul Is Its Own Redeemer; There Is No Law But Love."
What I have done is yours; what I have to do is yours; being part in all I have, devoted yours.
The moment you have in your heart this extraordinary thing called love and feel the depth, the delight, the ecstasy of it, you will discover that for you the world is transformed.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
Love will put a spring in your step and a bounce in your heart.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
I love you as one loves certain dark things.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
I am still learning about love. I thought I understood it--not just mother love, but the love for one's parents, for one's husband, and for one's laotong. I've experienced the other types of love--pity love, respectful love and gratitude love. But looking at our secret fan with its messages written between Snow Flower and me over many years, I see that I didn't value the most important love--deep-heart love.
For those who love... time is eternity.
I got ice in my veins Blood in my eyes/Hate in my heart Love in my mind
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.
Love distills desire upon the eyes, love brings bewitching grace into the heart.
The heart has reasons that reason does not understand.
I need you because I love you.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
Love is God, and to die means that I, a particle of love, shall return to the general and eternal source.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire.
Love has no thought of self! Love buys not with the ruthless usurer's gold The loathsome prostitution of a hand Without a heart! Love sacrifices all things To bless the thing it loves!
Angels listen when she speaks; She's my delight, all mankind's wonder; But my jealous heart would break Should we live one day asunder.
Being your slave what should I do but tend, Upon the hours, and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend; Nor services to do till you require.
That god forbid, that made me first your slave, I should in thought control your times of pleasure, Or at your hand th' account of hours to crave, Being your vassal bound to stay your leisure.
Let us clear a little space, And make Love a burial-place. He is dead, dear, as you see, And he wearies you and me.
Yes, I have dreams. I ofttimes dream of Love As radiant and brilliant as a star. As changeless, too, as that fixed light afar Which glorifies vast worlds of space above.
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