Infatuation

“Infatuation is the madness of love.”

“It is not true that suffering ennobles the character; happiness does that sometimes, but suffering, for the most part, makes men petty and vindictive.”

“Love does not consist of gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.”

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers you have built against it.”

“So close that your hand upon my chest is mine, / So close that your eyes close with my dreams.”

“A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart.”

“How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.”

“I have for the first time found what I can truly love—I have found you.”

“He's more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”

“Being your slave, what should I do but tend / Upon the hours and times of your desire?”

“My only love sprung from my only hate!”

“Is love a tender thing? It is too rough, too rude, too boisterous, and it pricks like thorn.”