“You have absorb’d me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.”

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

Hear ye not the hum Of mighty workings?

Is there another Life? Shall I awake and find all this a dream? There must be we cannot be created for this sort of suffering.

A thing of beauty is a joy forever: its loveliness increases; it will never pass into nothingness.

Many have original minds who do not think it – they are led away by custom!

Let us open our leaves like a flower, and be passive and receptive.

That queen of secrecy, the violet.

Here are sweet peas, on tiptoe for a flight; With wings of gentle flush o’er delicate white, And taper fingers catching at all things, To bind them all about with tiny rings.

One of the most mysterious of semi-speculations is, one would suppose, that of one Mind’s imagining into another

I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.

Every fresh experience points out some form of error which we shall afterwards carefully avoid.

Where the nightingale doth sing Not a senseless, tranced thing, But divine melodious truth.

Tis the witching hour of night, Orbed is the moon and bright. And the stars they glisten, glisten, Seeming with bright eyes to listen- For what listen they?

Love is my religion – I could die for it.

I will clamber through the clouds and exist.

You cannot conceive how I ache to be with you: how I would die for one hour.

If we give our children sound self-love, they will be able to deal with whatever life puts before them.

I love you, selflessly. From afar, through tears, and in my loneliness.

I wish that he didn’t insult my loving the ones who wasn’t made from his ribs.

They might even love you back but that doesn’t mean that you’re meant to be together.

I had gone so blind in fixing your broken pieces i forgot to see how you kept breaking mine.

Tell me my flaws, i’ll show you its beauty.

A love that demands love will burn the very essence of what once made it pure.

Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality. No one can become fully aware of the very essence of another human being unless he loves him.