There can be no true love even on your own side,
without devotion; devotion is the exercise of love,
by which it grows.
-Robert Lewis Stevenson
Great loves were almost always great tragedies.
Perhaps it was because love was never truly great
until the element of sacrifice entered into it.
-Mary Roberts Rinehart
Though upon life's sea you wander,
in my heart you're never forgot.
I shall hope with loves allegiance
that you too forget me not?
-Saying from the Romantic Treasury of Love
Love seeth not itself to please,
Nor for itself hath any care,
But for another gives its ease,
And builds a Heaven in Hell's despair.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to the tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears.
There is a garden in her face
where roses and white lilies blow;
A heavenly paradise is that place,
Wherein all pleasant fruits do flow;
There cherries grow which none may buy
Till "Cherry-ripe" themselves do cry.
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