One word Frees us of all the weight and pain of life: That word is love.
Love is that condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.
Love does not consist in gazing at each other, but in looking outward together in the same direction.
To love and be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved; loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
For those who love... time is eternity.
In the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.
Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.
Love: A temporary insanity curable by marriage.
All, everything that I understand, I understand only because I love.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being in love which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.
Love is not breathlessness; It is not excitement; It is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being “in love”, which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
Love, Love, Love. All you need is love. Love is all you need.
The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved.
Avant-garde means never having to say you're sorry.
Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides.
Vasectomy means never having to say you're sorry.
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