Thou hidden love of God, whose height, Whose depth unfathomed no man knows, I see from far thy beauteous light, Only I sigh for thy repose.
Love isn't soft, like the poets say. Love has teeth which bite and the wounds never close.
What is important is how well we love. God will make our love fruitful, whether we see that fruitfulness or not.
Love is more than a candle, love can ignite the stars.
You'll shoot the moon... put out the sun... when you love someone.
Since love is the most delicate and total act of a soul, it will reflect the state and nature of the soul.
The gap between compassion and surrender is love’s darkest, deepest region.
I couldn't ever boil potatoes over the heat of your affection. Your love would never bridge a gap; it wouldn't even fill up the hole that the mice came through.
Love has a hem to her garment that reaches to the very dust. It sweeps the stains from the streets and lanes, and because it can, it must.
Oh, Love is the crooked thing, there is nobody wise enough to find out all that is in it, for he will be thinking about love til the stars run away and the shadows eaten the moon.
Love, Allie concluded, wasn't blind, it simply saw alternate dimensions.
