Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather; To cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

My heart is like a singing bird.

Hope is like a harebell trembling from its birth.

Obedience is the fruit of faith.

I might show facts as plain as day: but, since your eyes are blind, you'd say, "Where? What?" and turn away.

Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.

Silence is more musical than any song.

And all the winds go sighing, for sweet things dying.

Better by far you should forget and smile that you should remember and be sad.

Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.

She gave up beauty in her tender youth, gave all her hope and joy and pleasant ways; she covered up her eyes lest they should gaze on vanity, and chose the bitter truth.

I dream of you to wake; would that I might Dream of you and not wake but slumber on.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather To cheer one on the tedious way To fetch one if one goes astrayTo lift one if one totters down To strengthen whilst one stands.

Choose love not in the shallows but in the deep.

Love came down at Christmas Love all lovely Love Divine Love was born at Christmas Star and angels gave the sign.

In the bleak midwinter frosty wind made moan earth stood hard as iron water like a stone snow had fallen snow on snow snow on snow in the bleak midwinter long ago.

Were there no God we would be in this glorious world with grateful hearts and no one to thank.

Consider the lilies of the field whose bloom is brief: We are as they; Like them we fade away As doth a leaf.

Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth, Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth, Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white, Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight. Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth, But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.

Remember me when I am gone away, gone far away into the silent land.

For there is no friend like a sister in calm or stormy weather.

Spring is when life's alive in everything.

For there is no friend like a sister, in calm or stormy weather, to cheer one on the tedious way, to fetch one if one goes astray, to lift one if one totters down, to strengthen whilst one stands.

We assume that celebrities have it easy and so love to watch them having to endure a bit of hardship.

I love Nautilus and stretching. The results are immediate, and that gives me the motivation to continue.

I am a ordinary teenager. I fall in love like everyone else.

I don't call you handsome, sir, though I love you most dearly: far too dearly to flatter you. Don't flatter me.

The essential elements of giving are power and love - activity and affection - and the consciousness of the race testifies that in the high and appropriate exercise of these is a blessedness greater than any other.

My mother keeps things in perspective for me. She makes me realize that the acting I do and love is no more important than what one of my brothers does-he works in a shoe repair shop. If my career ever tapers off, I'll go to college.

Actors love mental disorders, dialects, and corsets. Give them one of the three and they're happy.

My goal is, of course, for this show to do well, and I would love it if people liked it.

I love living on that stage. Without that, I'd die.

I love my DSL, but I love my WiFi more. And I probably get on the Internet 40 percent to 50 percent more because of the combination of those technologies.

But I love New York. I used to set my alarm clock when I was there, and get up at 4am and get a coffee, just because I could.

I love children and I love men, but I can't commit to either for the rest of my life.

Sitting at home the way I do, I'd just love the hear from people. It'd be a great help in passing the time.

The wise are wise only because they love. The fool are fools only because they think they can understand love.

We can recognize the dawn and the decline of love by the uneasiness we feel when alone together.

Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.

People react to fear, not love; they don't teach that in Sunday School, but it's true.

I sort of understood that when I first started: that you shouldn't repeat a success. Very often you're going to, and maybe the first time you do, it works. And you love it. But then you're trapped.

There is love there. And then there's times when I can't even stomach Simon. You don't have to sit next to him. That's all I have to say.

When I see children, I see the face of God. That's why I love them so much. That's what I see.

One can love a child, perhaps, more deeply than one can love another adult, but it is rash to assume that the child feels any love in return.

I love pasta with the homemade marinara sauce I had as a kid.

They who love dancing too much seem to have more brains in their feet than in their head.

I think I had a more European outlook about the body and sex. The body is in no way dirty, and sex is something beautiful to give to and share with a lover. It has nothing to do with promiscuity, because I only believe in being in love with one man at a time.

I love biomedical science, I love astronomy, and you can't really do much with those in a fantasy setting.