When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep.
And when his wings enfold you, yield to him, though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you.
And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden.------------ Kahil Gibran
"Woods are lovely dark and deep
But I have promises to keep
And miles to go before I sleep
And miles to go before I sleep "
-Jawahar Lal Nehru
Nehru said a lot of memorable things, but your quote above is from a poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening" by Robert Frost
To give you the whole poem is a pleasure:
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
Romantic feelings are at best, a prelude to love.
Real love is a commitment that overcomes disagreements, thrives through a willingness to share by giving more than getting, and endures because of the ability to forgive without limit.