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

When youre in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks. – Natalie Clifford Barney

It is not love that should be depicted as blind, but self-love. – Voltaire