The Sweet Tyranny of Love


Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly. ~Proverb

Yseult
Yseult
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age

Tristan and Isolde
Tristan and Isolde
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

Tristram and Iseult
Tristram and Iseult
Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven

Abelard and his Pupil Heloise
Abelard and his Pupil Heloise
Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres

The Love Potion
The Love Potion
When love is not madness, it is not love

The Meeting on the Turret Stairs
The Meeting on the Turret Stairs
Hope is the thing with feathers That perches in the soul. And sings the tune Without the words, and never stops at all

Meeting on the Turret Stair, Helellil & Hildebrand
Meeting on the Turret Stair, Helellil & Hildebrand
Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak whispers the o'er-fraught heart and bids it break

Romeo and Juliet
Romeo and Juliet
For stony limits cannot hold love out, And what love can do that dares love attempt

Romeo and Juliet
Romeo and Juliet
My bounty is as boundless as the sea, My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite

Ask Me No More
Ask Me No More
There are things that we don't want to happen but have to accept, things we don't want to know but have to learn, and people we can't live without but have to let go

Love Among the Ruins
Love Among the Ruins
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight

Paolo and Francesca
Paolo and Francesca
There is nothing holier, in this life of ours, than the first consciousness of love, - first fluttering of its silken wings

Love's Messenger
Love's Messenger
I am tired, Beloved, of chafing my heart against the want of you; of squeezing it into little inkdrops, And posting it

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2/16/2006 8:51:19 AM Battlemaiden A beautiful valentine heart.
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