When you feel Jealousy is a sign that Love should have each other

Desire is half of life, indifference is half of death.

Miserable is the man who loves a woman and takes her for his wife, pouring at her feet the sweat of his skin and the blood of his body and the life of his heart, and placing her in the hands of the fruit of his toil and the revenue of his diligence; for when he slowly wakes up, he finds that the heart that he endeavored to buy is given away freely and in sincerity to another man for the enjoyment of its hidden secrets and deepest love.

In the autumn I gathered all my sorrows and buried them in my garden. And when April returned and spring came to wed the earth, there grew in my garden beautiful flowers unlike all other flowers. And my neighbors came to behold them, and they all said to me, "When autumn comes again, at seeding time, will you not give us of the seeds of these flowers that we may have them in our gardens?"

Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.

And if you sing though as angels, and love not the singing, you muffle man's ears to the voices of the day and the voices of the night.

The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.