Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
A lover tries to stand in well with the pet dog of the house.
The young habitually mistake lust for love, they're infested with idealism of all kinds.
Love is missing someone whenever you're apart, but somehow feeling warm inside because you're close in heart.
I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you
Holding Eleanor's hand was like holding a butterfly. Or a heartbeat. Like holding something complete, and completely alive.
Love is familiar. Love is a devil. There is no evil angel but Love." -
I'm so in love, every time I look at you my soul gets dizzy.
You know you're in love when you stop comparing.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Love begins with a smile, grows with a kiss, and ends with a teardrop.
We’re all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness — and call it love — true love.
They do not love that do not show their love.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
First love is only a little foolishness and a lot of curiosity.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
The course of true love never did run smooth.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
I love you as you are, but do not tell me how that is.
Why love if losing hurts so much? We love to know that we are not alone.
Stolen kisses are always sweetest.
First love, with its frantic haughty imagination, swings its object clear of the everyday, over the rut of living, making him all looks, silences, gestures, attitudes, a burning phrase with no context.
Love is a driver, bitter and fierce if you fight and resist him,
Easy-going enough once you acknowledge his power.
Love is like the measles; we all have to go through it.
It is the special quality of love not to be able to remain stationary, to be obliged to increase under pain of diminishing....
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