D.H. Lawrence says:


“A woman has to
live her life,
—- or live to repent
not having lived it.”


Blanche Wagstaff says:


Lay your heart
against my heart

that I may hear
your love

summoning me to forgetfulness….
Lay your mouth
on my mouth

until all dissolves
in mist about me….

Elizabeth Barrett Browning says:


How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of everyday’s
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints, — I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!
— and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning says:

What’s the best thing in the world?
June-rose, by May-dew impearled;
Sweet south-wind, that means no rain;
Truth, not cruel to a friend;
Pleasure, not in haste to end;
Beauty, not self-decked and curled
Till its pride is over-plain;
Love, when, so, you’re loved again.

What’s the best thing in the world?
–Something out of it, I think.