SOME THINGREAL MEANS

Love should be a tree whose roots are deep in the earth, but whose branches extend into heaven.

Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own joy.

The greatest water power know to humanity is woman’s tears. Give God thy broken heart, He whole will make it

The weak can never forgive. Forgiveness is the attribute of the strong.

Everything that is done in the world is done by hope.

Happiness is a perfume you cannot put on others without getting a few drops on yourself.

Success in marriage is more than finding the right person: it is a matter of being the right person.

The poor man is not he who is without a cent, but he who is without a dream.

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of time like dew on the tip of a leaf.

O, my luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June. O, my luve is like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune.

Love is, of all passions, the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the sense.

Love seeketh not itself not please, Nor for itself hath any care, But for another gives its ease, And builds a heaven in hell’s despair.

Love should be a tree whose roots are deep in the earth, but whose branches extend into heaven.
You know you’re in love when the only cloud in your life is the one you’re walking on.
The light of love shines over all, Of love, that says not mine or thine, But ours, for ours is thine and mine. . The only present love demands is love.
True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
There is no remedy for love but to love more. Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own joy.
O, my luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June. O, my luve is like the melodie That’s sweetly play’d in tune.
All thoughts, all passions, all delights, Whatever strirs this mortal frame, Are but the ministers of Love, And feed his sacred flame.
Across the gateway of my heart I wrote `No thoroughfare’, But love came laughing, and cried I enter everywhere’. Man begins by nothing love and ends by loving a woman. Woman begins by loving a man and ending by loving love.
Love comes unseen- we only see it go.
Ten men banded together in love, can do what ten thousand separately would fail in.
Pains of love are sweeter far # Than all other pleasures are. Many are made miserable by love, none are made happy without it.