Dates and Celebrations

The father who raises a son to have a profession he once dreamed of, and the mother who uses her daughter as the adult companion her husband is not; the parents who urge their children into accomplishments as status symbols—all these and many more are ways of subordinating a child’s authentic self to a parent’s needs.

If you and your child were going to be lulled tomorrow/would you not give him to eat today?

Italy, and the spring and first love all together should suffice to make the gloomiest person happy.

A kiss, when all is said, what is it? / An oath that’s given closer than before; / A promise more precise; the sealing of / Confessions that till then were barely breathed; / A rosy dot placed on the i in loving.

Those marriages generally abound most with love and constancy that are preceded by a long courtship. The passion should strike root and gather strength before marriage be grafted on it.

A kiss is a rosy dot over the 'i' of loving.

The lover says how beautiful you are, now that you love me.

Earth's the right place for love. I don't know where it's likely to go better.

Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely, love divine Love was born at Christmas, Stars and angels gave the sign.

Oh! love!... That is to be two and to be but one. A man and a woman mingled into one angel. It is heaven.

I love you the more that I believe you have liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

Is it better to be the lover or the loved one? Neither, if your cholesterol is over six hundred. By love, of course, I refer to romantic love -- the love between man and woman, rather than between mother and child, or a boy and his dog, or two headwaiters.

Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments: love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds.

Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight! For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night.

My brother Bob doesn't want to be in government - he promised Dad he'd go straight.

Journeys end in lover's meetings.

A good conscience is a continual Christmas.

Every man regards his own life as the New Year’s Eve of time.

There could I marvel

Time is our tedious song should here have ending.

It was the winter wild,

The star-led wizards haste with odours sweet.

It is better to be seventy years young than forty years old!

A cold coming we had of it,