What an infinity of bliss the possession of your love seemed to me — the future so full of passionate sweet life that my spirit shrank blinded from trying to explore it; I stopped content with the delicious sense of that moment alone. – Byron Caldwell Smith, letter to Kate Stephens

Ill love you, dear, Ill love you till China and Africa meet and the river jumps over the mountain and the salmon sing in the street. – W. H. Auden

If grass can grow through cement, love can find you at every time in your life. – Cher