Absence sharpens love, presence strengthens it.
~ by Thomas Fuller.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done.
~ by Francis W. Bourdillon.
Paradise is always where love dwells.
~ by Jean Paul F. Richter.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hair and is always young in the heart.
~ Honore de Balzac.
The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish,
but that they cease to love.
~ by W. Somerset Maugham.
~ by Thomas Fuller.
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one;
Yet the light of the bright world dies, With the dying sun.
The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one;
Yet the light of a whole life dies, When love is done.
~ by Francis W. Bourdillon.
Paradise is always where love dwells.
~ by Jean Paul F. Richter.
True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hair and is always young in the heart.
~ Honore de Balzac.
The greatest tragedy of life is not that men perish,
but that they cease to love.
~ by W. Somerset Maugham.
