“You don’t love someone for their looks, or their clothes, or for their fancy car, but because they sing a song only you can hear.” — Oscar Wilde
“If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.” — Alfred Lord Tennyson
“Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.” — Robert Browning
“Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.” — James Baldwin
“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” — Emily Brontë
“All, everything that I understand, I only understand because I love.” — Leo Tolstoy
“There is no remedy for love but to love more.” — Henry David Thoreau
And this, my favorite, from Pablo Neruda’s One Hundred Love Sonnets, XVII:
I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way
than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.
I also commend to you these charming sketches of love, by Curtis Wiklund. And if you click on that red Neruda quote above, you’ll be taken to one of the most romantic writings I personally have ever experienced.
Happy Valentine’s Day!