Love sucks. Sometimes it feels good. Sometimes it's just another way to bleed.
Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.
Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall forever. Anyone can catch your eye, but it takes someone special to catch your heart. Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Each day you must choose, the pain of discipline or the pain of regret.
For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.
We must all suffer one of two things: the pain of discipline or the pain of regret or disappointment.
At my age an affair of the heart is a bypass!
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source.
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
Loving is not just looking at each other, it's looking in the same direction. -Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, “You are blessed doublee if you are in love” - honeya “Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
We loved with a love that was more than love.
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
When love is not madness, it is not love.
Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one's self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.
If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
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