All love that has not friendship for its base,
is like a mansion built upon the sand.

One bitter time of mourning, I remember,
When day, and night, my sad heart did complain,
My life, I said, was one cold, bleak December,
And all its pleasures, were but whited pain...

Don't find love, let love find you. That's why it's
called falling in love, because you don't force
yourself to fall, you just fall.

Lucky is the man who is the first love of a woman,
but luckier is the woman who is the last love of a man.

It breaks your heart to see the one you love is happy
with someone else, but it's more painful to know that
the one you love is unhappy with you.

I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it, when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.

\"Looking back, I have this to regret, that too often when I loved, I did not say so.\"