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.

My love is selfish. I cannot breathe without you.

Two souls with but a single thought, Two hearts that beat as one!

I never was in love - yet the voice and the shape of a woman has haunted me these two days.

Love is my religion--I could die for it.

--then on the shore Of the wide world I stand alone, and think Till love and fame to nothingness do sink.

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.