Smiles, tears, of all my life! – and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death.
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.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach.
Why, what is to live? Not to eat and drink and breathe,—but to feel the life in you down all the fibres of being, passionately and joyfully.
Earth’s crammed with heaven…
But only he who sees, takes off his shoes.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
If thou must love me, let it be for naught except for love’s sake only.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach
The picture of helpless indolence she calls herselfsublimely helpless and impotentI had done living I thoughtWas ever life so like death before? My face was so close against the tombstones, that there seemed no room for tears.
For tis not in mere death that men die most.