I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtain From that same love this vindicating grace, To live on still in love, and yet in vain

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.

And if God choose I shall but love thee better after death.

If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love's sake only.

Beloved, let us live so well our work shall still be better for our love, and still our love be sweeter for our work.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

But love me for love's sake, that evermore Thou may'st love on, through love's eternity.

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

The soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne, -- And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!) Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

Love doesn't make the world go round, Love is what makes the ride worthwhile!

Say over again, and yet once over again, That thou dost love me...-toll The silver iterance!

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right; I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise. I love thee with passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.

A love of nature keeps no factories busy.

Love is a possible strength in an actual weakness.

You overrate my capacity of love. I don't posess half the warmth of nature you believe me to have. An unprotected childhood in a cold world has beaten gentleness out of me.

You have never loved me as I love you--never--never! Yours is not a passionate heart--your heart does not burn in a flame! You are, upon the whole, a sort of fay, or sprite-- not a woman!

It may have been observed that there is no regular path for getting out of love as there is for getting in. Some people look upon marriage as a short cut that way, but it has been known to fail.

A lover without indiscretion is no lover at all.

Once let a maiden admit the possibility of her being stricken with love for some one at a certain hour and place, and the thing is as good as done.

A blaze of love and extinction, was better than a lantern glimmer of the same which should last long years.

Love, though added emotion, is substracted capacity

Love is an utterly bygone, sorry, worn-out, miserable thing with me- for him or anyone else.

No woman ever hates a man for being in love with her; but mainly a woman hates a man for being her friend.