Relationships and Family

The only way of knowing a person is to love them without hope.

That's the nature of women not to love when we love them, and to love when we love them not.

How simple a thing it seems to me that to know ourselves as we are, we must know our mothers' names.

The important thing was to love rather than to be loved. W.

You don't have to deserve your mother's love. You have to deserve your father's.

The greatest thing in family life is to take a hint when a hint is intended-and not to take a hint when a hint isn't intended.

One is very crazy when in love.

Whoever loves becomes humble. Those who love have, so to speak, pawned a part of their narcissism.

It is impossible to love and to be wise.

For he today that sheds his blood with me shall be my brother tomorrow.

Romeo, Romeo, wherefore art thou, Romeo Deny thy father, and refuse thy name...

Motherhood all love begins and ends there.

Faint heart never won true friend. O my friend, may it come to pass, once, that when you are my friend I may be yours.

The heart of a mother is a deep abyss at the bottom of which you will always find forgiveness.

If Jack's in love, he's no judge of Jill's beauty.

I am grieved that it should be said he is my brother, and take these courses.

No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with a single thread.

Love all love of other sights controls, and makes one little room an everywhere.

We are all born for love. It is the principle of existence, and its only end.

He who has gone, so we but cherish his memory, abides with us, more potent, nay, more present than the living man.

Hell's afloat in lover's tears.

Life may change, but it may fly not;
Hope may vanish, but can die not;
Truth be veiled, but still it burneth;
Love replused - but it returneth Percy B.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers’ eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers’ tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.