Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping, For only the hand of God can contain your hearts.
Love has no other desire but to fulfill itself.
love one another, but make not a bond of love: let it rather be a moving sea between the shores of your souls. fill each other's cup but drink not from one cup. give one another of your bread but eat not from the same loaf sing and dance together and be joyous, but let each one of you be alone, even as the strings of a lute are alone though they quiver with the same music.
May you have happiness, and may you find it making one another happy.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Give your hearts, but not into each other's keeping. For only the hand of Life can contain your hearts. And stand together yet not too near together: For the pillars of the temple stand apart, And the oak tree and the cypress grow not in each other's shadow.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.
My true love hath my heart, and I have his
Love bears it out even to the edge of doom.
Love one another, but make not a bond of love.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds
I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints,-I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!-and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
There is no more lovely, friendly and charming relationship, communion or company than a good marriage.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Doubt thou the stars are fire; Doubt that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar; But never doubt I love.
i carry your heart with me(i carry it in my heart)
And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.
Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks within his bending sickle's compass come.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul.
And let the winds of the heavens dance between you.
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.
Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sickle's compass come: Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks, But bears it out even to the edge of doom. If this be error and upon me proved, I never writ, nor no man ever loved.
Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove. O, no! It is an ever-fixed mark, That looks on tempests and is never shaken. It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken.
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