Henry David Thoreau

We know but a few men, a great many coats and breeches.

I know myself as a human entity; the scene, so to speak, or thoughts are affection; and am sensible of certain doubleness by which I can stand as remote from myself as from another. However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is no part of me, but spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you.

The savage in man is never quite eradicated.

I have never found a companion that was so companionable as solitude.

Even the best things are not equal to their fame.

However intense my experience, I am conscious of the presence and criticism of a part of me, which, as it were, is not a part of me, but a spectator, sharing no experience, but taking note of it, and that is no more I than it is you. When the play, it may be the tragedy, of life is over, the spectator goes his way. It was a kind of fiction, a work of the imagination only, so far as he was concerned.

They are different now than they were. My mother never had to say she was a queen to be one. I instinctively knew. So it makes sense now that I am sorely confused by the women who try to convince me with words.

Whoso loves, believes the impossible.

A happy love needs to be reciprocated.

Sometimes I feel like a kid wanting nothing more than to squeeze you tight and call you mine.

I bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.

I never thought love could be so deep, so wide, so open, so full, so elevating! Such a teacher! Thank you for teaching me, growing me, deepening me!!

O ’tis love, ’tis love, ’tis love that makes the world go round!

To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.

Love is what we’re born with. Fear is what we learned here.

If you wanna break these walls down, you’re gonna get bruised.

It’s amazing what passes for love these days – crows parading as blue jays.

We need to make love great again because black lives do matter, because all lives do matter.

I think… if it is true that there are as many minds as there are heads, then there are as many kinds of love as there are hearts.

To me, obligation is not love. Letting someone be open, honest and free – that’s love. It’s got to come natural and it’s got to be real.

Sometimes the heart is deceiving.