When love is not madness, it is not love.
'Twas not my lips you kissed but my soul.
Oh, if it be to choose and call thee mine, love, thou art every day my Valentine!
For you see, each day I love you more. Today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day so I never have to live without you.
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched - they must be felt with the heart.
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
Grow old with me! The best is yet to be.
Come grow old with me. The best is yet to be.
Things must be felt with the heart.
Are we not like two volumes of one book?
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