Love…
…in its truest form is not bound by the passage of time; much of what once was felt within, remains. Years temper the treasures of the heart and the object of one’s emotion does not need a present tense to continue to be loved.
English Novelist, Critic and Dramatist, Seymour Walpole
The most wonderful
of all things in life,
I believe, is the discovery
of another human being
with whom one’s relationship
has a glowing depth,
beauty and joy…
This inner progressiveness of love
between two human beings
is a most marvelous thing.
It cannot be found by looking for it
or by passionately wishing for it.
It is a sort of Divine accident.
