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For me, love is defined by my Immortal Beloved, Louis, whom I sought for centuries. Louis, my soul, my Eternal Beloved. I see it all in your violet-blue eyes: the past pain of mortality, the current of your deep red blood, the unfurling of our nightshadow future. All of it beats to the rhythm of my love, and yours.
Eternity is enough time to spend with you. Almost.
I give you everything.
The greatest pleasure of life is love.
Darkness may hide the trees
To love one who loves you, to admire one who admires you, in a word, to be the idol of one's idol, is exceeding the limit of human joy; it is stealing fire from heaven.
When beauty fires the blood, how love exalts the mind.
There is nothing holier in this life of ours than the first consciousness of love--the first fluttering of its silken wings--the first rising sound and breath of that wind which is so soon to sweep through the soul, to purify or to destroy.
The accents of love are all that is left of the language of paradise.
. . .lovers have a proverbial power of balancing inverted pyramids, going to sea in sieves, and successfully performing other kindred feats impossible to a faithless and unbelieving generation.
We are shaped and fashioned by what we love.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
It is better to have loved and lost, than not to love at all.
It is sweet to feel by what fine spun threads our affections are drawn together.
Must love be ever treated with profaneness as a mere illusion? or with coarseness as a mere impulse? or with fear as a mere disease? or with shame as a mere weakness? or with levity as a mere accident? whereas it is a great mystery and a great necessity, lying at the foundation of human existence, morality, and happiness,--mysterious, universal, inevitable as death.
Love looks through a telescope; envy, through a microscope.
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
We attract hearts by the qualities we display: we retain them by the qualities we possess.
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Vampires of the Eclipse |
Everyone has an opinion about love, what it is, what it is not, how, why and when. Everyone, from the breastfed babe to the night creature.
Love is as personal, and as universal, as we desire to create it.
So gift me with one of your smiles, which starts slow and quiet. Sometimes it remains a slight upturn of your lips, like a crescent. Other times, you shine like the full glory of bright luna. Yes, bend your head of dark hair slightly to one side, and smile, my love, my blood, my heart of hearts.
Lady Evangeline
Do you not see that you and I are as the branches in one tree? With your rejoicing comes my laughter; with your sadness start my tears. Love, could life be otherwise with You and Me?
All true love is grounded on esteem.
