Quote by Plato
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.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
I love to see the sun come smiling to the world; I love to hear the wind go singing through a field; I love to hear a love-bird singing in a tree, and I love to see a lovely face light up with love for me.
If I were a rose, love, a great red-hearted rose, love,
Blushing on my stem, as roses do,
After tedious, sad delays,
In the first, warm summer days,
I would sweeten life for you.
The singer has everything within him. The notes come out from his very life. They are not materials gathered from outside.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right. I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
All lovely things will have an ending. All lovely things will fade and die; and youth, that's now so bravely spending, will beg a penny by and by.
It's time to make love, douse the glim. The fireflies twinkle and dim; The stars lean together, like birds of a feather, and the loin lies down with the limb.
Beauty is not in the face; beauty is a light in the heart.
Meeting you was like listening to a song for the first time and knowing it would be my favorite.
Love is when you look into someone's eyes and see their heart.
I knew I was in love when all those love songs started to make sense.
Your sweet laugh, wanders through my mind, trampling whispers, for my heart to find.