Great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
But great loves, to the last, have pulses red; All great loves that have ever died dropped dead.
Great loves too must be endured.
The heart that has truly loved never forgets, But as truly loves on to the close.
Great love, like great genius, can never be a duty: both are life's gracious gifts to its elect.
Of all the myriad ways we define love, there is perhaps none more honest and powerful than this: Great love is rooted in great partnership.
Love is the funeral of hearts.
Beloved, till life can charm no more; And mourned, till Pity's self be dead.
Love is a great beautifier.
Great passions, my dear, don't exist: they're liars fantasies. What do exist are little loves that may last for a short or a longer while.
What is lovely never dies, But passes into other loveliness.