CluelessQueries When You Can't Ask Your Mom, Sis Or Best Friend "I kiss you firmly a hundred times, embrace you tenderly and am sketching in my imagination various pictures in which you and I figure, and nobody and nothing else." by Anton Chekhov, Russian Writer How Do I Love Thee? How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth, and breadth, and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight. I love thee freely, as men strive for right: I love thee purely, as they turn from praise. I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath, smiles, tears, of all my life - and if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death. Eliazabeth Barrett Browning, Poet Out of the depths of my happy heart wells a great tide of love & prayer for this priceless treasure that is confided to my life-long keeping. You cannot see its intangible waves as they flow toward you, darling. but in these lines you will hear, as it were, the distant beating of its surf. Mark Twain, American Writer Oh, God!...for two days, I have been asking myself every moment if such happiness is not a dream. It seems to me that what I feel is not of earth. I cannot yet comprehend this cloudless heaven. by Victor Hugo, French Writer