How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you

I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you. I love you not only for what you have made of yourself, but for what you are making of me. I love you for the part of me that you bring out.

And yet, because I love thee, I obtainFrom that same love this vindicating grace,To live on still in love, and yet in vain

Quick-loving hearts ... may quickly loathe.

You have touched me more profoundly than I thought even you could have touched me - my heart was full when you came here today. Henceforward I am yours for everything.

His answer was - not the common gallantries which come so easily to the lips of me - but simply that he loved me - he met argument with fact. He told me - that with himself also, the early freshness of youth had gone by, & that throughout it he had not been able to love any woman - that he loved now for the first time & the last.

Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brinkOf obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,Was caught up into love, and taught the wholeOf life in a new rhythm.