everything, love, really, yourself
We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves
To love for the sake of being loved is human, but to love for the sake of loving is angelic.
being loved, loving is angelic
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
LOVE, WHEN WE LOVED NOT ENOUGH