It's love that makes the world go round!
Caresses, expressions of one sort or another, are necessary to the life of the affections, as leaves are to the life of trees.
If they are wholly restrained, love will die at the roots.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors
and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
They do not love that do not show their love.
Love is jealous that any should come before her, or after. She would be all in all. If a man will trust her and live in her, he shall know all things.
Love--that divine fire which was made to light and warm the temple of home--sometimes burns at unholy altars.
Love will not serve those who do not live for her, and in her, and to whom she is not the breath of life.
Love ceases to be a pleasure, when it ceases to be a secret.
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