That loss is common would not make My own less bitter, rather more: Too common! Never morning wore To evening, but some heart did break.
Greensleeves was all my joy, Greensleeves was my delight, Greensleeves was my heart of gold, And who but Lady Greensleeves?
When love once pleads admission to our hearts, (In spite of all the virtue we can boast), The woman that deliberates is lost.
One sweet, sad secret holds my heart in thrall; A mighty love within my breast has grown, Unseen, unspoken, and of no one known; And of my sweet, who gave it, least of all. [Fr., Ma vie a son secret, mon ame a son mystere: Un amour eternel en un moment concu. La mal est sans remede, aussi j'ai du le taire, Et elle qui l'a fait n'en a jamais rien su.]
Love can cure heartbreaks, misfortune, or tragedy. It is the eternal companion.
Love and relationships are truly one of the most paradoxical aspects of being human. For it is in love that we find the greatest of strengths and the deepest of sorrows. Love can seem to be so fleeting and unachievable yet it remains well within our reach if we only learn how to embrace it's power. To experience true love, we must be willing to open ourselves up and sacrifice part of our heart and part of our soul. We must be willing to give of ourselves freely, and we must be willing to suffer. It is only when we expose our inner selves to the white hot flame of rejection, that love can burn so brightly as to join to souls, melding the two into one, creating a bond that joins forever. It is from this bond that we draw strength eternal and power ever lasting. It is in this thing that we call love that we find the means to achieve greatness, both in ourselves and in our lives.
Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
The path to the Mideast is littered with Nobel peace laureates who have not yet achieved what can only be achieved in each heart.
He is out of my mind but forever in my heart.
Thy name is in my heart as in a sheep-bell from Cyrano.
The head never rules the heart but just becomes its partner in crime.
Little privations are easily endured when the heart is better treated than the body.
Many things catches your Eyes, try to get it.But one thing catches your Heart ...Pursue it..
HEART PERFUME A rose fullblown is the opentoall heart .. fragrance flows from it .. the perfume of love.
A kiss makes the heart young again and wipes out the years.
From the moment it is touched, the heart cannot dry up.
The heart has its reasons which the mind cannot comprehend.
You'll discover that real love is millions of miles past falling in love with anyone or anything. When you make that one effort to feel compassion instead of blame or self-blame, the heart opens again and continues opening. -Sara Paddison.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets But as truly loves on to the close.
Love and magic have a great deal in common. They enrich the soul, delight the heart. And they both take practice. -Nora Roberts.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
A blind person, in reality, is the only person who can truly see. They know first hand what true love is, without the use of eyes, but with the heart. And that is the truest form of love, and they harness it.
Nobody has ever measured, not even poets, how much the heart can hold.