The course of true love never did run smooth.
They do not love that do not show their love.
We cease loving ourselves if no one loves us.
'Tis better to have loved and lost Than never to have loved at all.
There is no remedy for love but to love more.
If so many men, so many minds, certainly so many hearts, so many kinds of love.
Love has features which pierce all hearts, he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved. He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.
Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.
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.
Love is what we were born with. Fear is what we learned here.
A man falls in love through his eyes, a woman through her ears.
In dreams and in love there are no impossibilities.
I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need. You are the sun, the air I breathe. Without you, life wouldn't be the same. Please don't ever go away. And if you go, then don't forget to take me with you.
After another moment's silence, she mumbled that I was peculiar, that that was probably why she loved me but that one day I might disgust her for the very same reason.
Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Love is something far more than desire for sexual intercourse; it is the principal means of escape from the loneliness which afflicts most men and women throughout the greater part of their lives.
It is an extra dividend when you like the girl you've fallen in love with.
If we all discovered that we only had five minutes left to say all that we wanted to say, every telephone booth would be occupied by people calling other people to tell them that they loved them.
To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from both sides.
Speak to me of love, said St Francis to the almond tree, and the tree blossomed.
Every person is lined with love!
When poverty comes in at doors, love leaps out at windows.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
Next to coming to a good understanding with a new mistress, I love a quarrel with an old one.