Earth’s crammed with heaven, And every common bush afire with God; And only he who sees takes off his shoes; The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
Who so loves believes the impossible.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.
Light tomorrow with today.
Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
God answers sharp and sudden on some prayers, And thrusts the thing we have prayed for in our face, A gauntlet with a gift in it.
You were made perfectly to be loved – and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love’s sake only.
A woman is always younger than a man at equal years.