Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet. - Plato. |
Everyone has inside of him a piece of good news. The good news is that you don't know how great you can be! How much you can love! What you can accomplish! And what your potential is! – Anne Frank. |
For though we love both the truth and our friends, piety requires us to honor the truth first. – Aristotle. |
I love you, with a love so great that it simply couldn't keep growing inside my heart, but had to leap out and reveal itself in all its magnitude. – Anne Frank. |
It seems that ambition makes most people wish to be loved rather than to love others. – Aristotle. |
Love is a serious mental disease. - Plato. |
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods. - Plato. |
No one is a friend to his friend who does not love in return. - Plato. |
No one loves the man whom he fears. – Aristotle. |
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The hottest love has the coldest end. – Socrates. |
There is no such thing as a lovers' oath. - Plato. |
Those who intend on becoming great should love neither themselves nor their own things, but only what is just, whether it happens to be done by themselves or others. - Plato. |
To love rightly is to love what is orderly and beautiful in an educated and disciplined way. - Plato. |
What is life without love? Love is like the sun; without light, there's no life. – Aristotle. |
When desire, having rejected reason and overpowered judgment which leads to right, is set in the direction of the pleasure which beauty can inspire, and when again under the influence of its kindred desires it is moved with violent motion towards the beauty of corporeal forms, it acquires a surname from this very violent motion, and is called love. – Socrates. |
When nature gave
us tears, she gave us leave to weep. A long separation from those who are so
near a-kin to us in flesh and blood, will touch the heart in a painful place,
and awaken the tenderest springs of sorrow. The sluices must be allowed to be
held open a little; nature seems to demand it as a debt to love. - Benjamin Franklin. |
Who dainties
love, shall beggars prove. - Benjamin Franklin. |
Wicked men obey from fear; good men, from love. – Aristotle. |
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