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He fell in love with himself at first sight and it is a passion to which he has always remained faithful. Selflove seems so often unrequited.

- Anthony Dymoke Powell

If I am unaware of love, I live drably. If I become intoxicated with love, I live in dreamland. If I recognize love, and shake his hand then comfort, dreams, and sometimes intoxication become mine to drench in and give away as well.

- Nellie Curtiss

My heart is glad, my heart is high With sudden ecstasy; I have given back, before I die, Some thanks for every lovely tree That dead men grew for me.

- V. H. Friedlaender

STILLBORN Still, with milk my breasts Still, with love my arms Still, at night I rock Still, so still my tears Still, with pain my womb Still, with God my child

- Elaine Christensen

The essential conditions of everything you do must be choice, love, passion.

- Nadia Borlanger

Suppose Christianity is not a religion but a way of life, a falling in love with God, and, through Him, a falling in love with our fellows. Of course, such a way is hard and costly, but it is also joyous and rewarding even in the here-and-now. People who follow that Way know beyond all possible argument that they are in harmony with the purpose of God, that Christ is with them and in them as they set about His work in our disordered world. If anyone thinks this is perilous and revolutionary teaching, so much the better. That is exactly what they thought of the teaching of Jesus Christ. The light He brought to bear upon human affairs is almost unbearably brilliant: but it is the light of Truth, and in that light human problems can be solved.

- J. B. Phillips

The more you love what you are doing, the more successful it will be for you.

- Jerry Gillies

You know it's true love when you can't believe you ever lived without it.

- Katherine Seelig

When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame, her forest trees Lift burdened branches, stilled with ecstasies. When music sounds, out of the water rise Naiads whose beauty dims my waking eyes, Rapt in strange dream burns each enchanted face, With solemn echoing stirs their dwelling-place. When music sounds, all that I was I am Ere to this haunt of brooding dust I came; And from Time's woods break into distant song The swift-winged hours, as I hasten along.

- Walter John de La Mare

Misery no longer loves company. Nowadays it insists on it.

- Russell Baker