Quotes on My True Love

True love stories never have endings.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.

If you are not long, I will wait for you all my life.

Love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is done well.

Love is not an equation, it is not a contract, and it is not a happy ending. Love is the slate under the chalk, the ground that buildings rise, and the oxygen in the air. It is the place you come back to, no matter where your headed

The course of true love never did run smooth.

Love cures people - both the ones who give it and the ones who receive it.

Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.

The art of love is largely the art of persistence.

Winds of May, that dance on the sea,_x000D_ _x000D_ Dancing a ring-around in glee_x000D_ _x000D_ From furrow to furrow, while overhead_x000D_ _x000D_ The foam flies up to be garlanded,_x000D_ _x000D_ In silvery arches spanning the air,_x000D_ _x000D_ Saw you my true love anywhere?_x000D_ _x000D_ Welladay! Welladay!_x000D_ _x000D_ For the winds of May!_x000D_ _x000D_ Love is unhappy when love is away!

True love is inexhaustible; the more you give, the more you have.

I loved you, and my love had no return,_x000D_ _x000D_ And therefore my true love has been my death.

True love is eternal, infinite, and always like itself. It is equal and pure, without violent demonstrations: it is seen with white hairs and is always young in the heart.

Soft you day, be velvet soft, My true love approaches, Look you bright, you dusty sun, Array your golden coaches. Soft you wind, be soft as silk My true love is speaking. Hold you birds, your silver throats, His golden voice I'm seeking. Come you death, in haste, do come My shroud of black be weaving, Quiet my heart, be deathly quiet, My true love is leaving.

The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.