Almost painfully he took his eyes from her.

For this is wisdom—to love and live,     To take what fate or the gods may give,     To ask no question, to make no prayer,     To kiss the lips and caress the hair,     Speed passion's ebb as we greet its flow,     To have and to hold, and, in time—let go.

Then wear the gold hat, if that will move her; If you can bounce high, bounce for her too, Till she cry "Lover, gold-hatted, high-bouncing lover, I must have you!" —Thomas Parke D'invilliers

The wicked envy and hate; it is their way of admiring.

Why don't you ever use your strength on me?" she said. Because love means renouncing strength," said Franz softly.

Christ is never in haste: least of all, on His errands of love. And He is never in haste, because He is always sure.

Love more, her aunt had said. Not less.

But can you measure someone's love? I want to know. You think you can measure love? She's kind not to laugh at me...No scale would be strong enough, she tells me. It would break to pieces under the weight.

For green is love and luck just as it is jealousy and envy

the world has changed: it did not change without your prayers without your faith without your determination to believe in liberation and kindness; without your dancing through the years that had no beat.

I treated you so mean. Like you was a servant. And all because Albert married you. And I didn't even want him for a husband,' she say. 'I never really wanted Albert for a husband. But just to choose me, you know?

I knew how much my mother loved me by her love and patience with my child.