Elizabeth Barrett Browning

You know quite well, deep within you, that there is only a single magic, a single power, a single salvation… and that is called loving. Well then, love your suffering. Do not resist it, do not flee from it. It is only your aversion to it that hurts, nothing else.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Baby I’m a fool who thinks it’s cool to fall in love!

I hope that real love and truth are stronger in the end than any evil or misfortune in the world.

A soulmate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks.

Spread love everywhere you go let no one ever come to you without leaving happier.

I wanted movement and not a calm course of existence. I wanted excitement and danger and the chance to sacrifice myself for my love.

I’d tell you how beautiful you look today, but there’s not enough time before sunset to tell how you set fire to a sundress; my mouth is overflowing from yesterday.

Loving him is like trying to hold onto an armful of balloons. Maybe I need someone to come along and pop them.

Have you ever been so melancholy, that you wanted to fit in the palm of your beloved’s hand? And lie there, for fortnights, or decades, or the length of time between stars? In complete silence?

A happy love needs to be reciprocated.

Love is only one fine star away.

Am I in love with you? Or am I in love with the feeling?

Some men love truth so much that they seem to be in continual fear lest she should catch a cold on overexposure.

The choice to follow love through to its completion is the choice to seek completion within ourselves. The point at which we shut down on others is the point at which we shut down on life.