affectionate devotion Quotes

Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.

Love is an incurable disease. In love, there is permanent suffering. Those who love and those who are happy are not the same.

Among the blessings of love there is hardly one more exquisite than the sense that in uniting the beloved life to ours we can watch over its happiness, bring comfort where hardship was, and over memories of privation and suffering open the sweetest fountains of joy.

Intellect in its effort to explain Love got stuck in the mud like an ass. Love alone could explain love and loving.

Devotion is love overflowing. Even when there is nobody, it is overflowing - to things, to tables, to chairs, to walls. It is just overflowing, it is not a question of to whom.

I am your moon and your moonlight too I am your flower garden and your water too I have come all this way, eager for you Without shoes or shawl I want you to laugh To kill all your worries To love you To nourish you.

O Fame! if I ever took delight in thy praises, Twas less for the sake of thy high-sounding phrases, Than to see the bright eyes of the dear one discover The thought that I was not unworthy to love her.

Then love knew it was called love. And when I lifted my eyes to your name, suddenly your heart showed me my way

Love is one of the most subtle blessings that the All-Merciful One has bestowed upon humanity.

Love is the very essence of life. It is the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Yet it is more than the end of the rainbow. Love is the security for which children weep, the yearning of youth, the adhesive that binds marriage, and the lubricant that prevents devastating friction in the home; it is the peace of old age, the sunlight of hope shinning through death.

Mutual love, the crown of all our bliss.

Love is a malady, the common symptoms of which are the same in all patients.

I love thee to the level of everyday's most quiet need, by sun and candle light...I love thee with the breath,smiles,t ears,of all my life.

The best part of a woman's love is worship; but it is hard to her to be sent away with her precious spikenard rejected, and her long tresses, too, that were let fall, ready to soothe the wearied feet.

The smallest fault of women who give themselves up to love is to love.

Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.

I love thee; none but thee, and thou deservest it

Love me tender, love me sweet, never let me go.

Love has been not unaptly compared to the small-pox, which most people have sooner or later.