But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Great loves too must be endured.
Some loves are like a vice that has ceased to give pleasure.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.
Love is the funeral of hearts.
Life in abundance comes only through great love.
Love and a red rose can't be hid.
Great love, like great genius, can never be a duty: both are life's gracious gifts to its elect.
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.