Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.
Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.
Love is not singular except in syllable.
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.
Love never reasons but profusely gives; gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, and trembles lest it has done too little.
The past is behind us, love is in front and all around us.
Ah me! why may not love and life be one?
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
It is the same in love as in war; a fortress that parleys is half taken.
You don't have to go looking for love when it's where you come from.
Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.
No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.
Love me and the world is mine.
It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.
The love game is never called off on account of darkness.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.
An old man in love is like a flower in winter.
Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?
Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.
Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
Without love, the rich and poor live in the same house.
The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it.
Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby.
We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.
All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.
Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.
Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.
Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.
The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,
After the day's great sun.
A lover is a man who tries to be more amiable than it is possible for him to be.
Love is not consolation. It is light.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.
Loving is never a waste of time.
Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
Mumps, measles, and puppy love are terrible after twenty.
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
Love is what you've been through with somebody.
Love is being stupid together.
In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.
Open your heart and take us in,
Love - love and me.
On a cloudy night, when nothing seems above, still, there is love. Always love. For something, from someone. It's never done. Never.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
Love does not care to define and is never in a hurry to do so.
I love you like crazy, baby
'Cuz I'd go crazy without you.
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people, you can set your watch by them. And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting.
Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee,
It passed into thy lifelong regency.
The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
A hundred hearts would be too few
To carry all my love for you.
Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
Those who are faithful know only the trivial side of love; it is the faithless who know love's tragedies.
Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.
Love is not singular except in syllable.
Love is the word used to label the sexual excitement of the young, the habituation of the middle-aged, and the mutual dependence of the old.
People who are sensible about love are incapable of it.
Love never reasons but profusely gives; gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, and trembles lest it has done too little.
The past is behind us, love is in front and all around us.
Ah me! why may not love and life be one?
Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.
He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he did not know where he ended and she began.
It is the same in love as in war; a fortress that parleys is half taken.
You don't have to go looking for love when it's where you come from.
Sometimes the shortest distance between two points is a winding path walked arm in arm.
No one can understand love who has not experienced infatuation. And no one can understand infatuation, no matter how many times he has experienced it.
Love me and the world is mine.
It would be impossible to "love" anyone or anything one knew completely. Love is directed towards what lies hidden in its object.
The love game is never called off on account of darkness.
They who meet on an April night are forever lost in love, if there's moonlight all about and there's no moon above.
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
You know you're in love when you don't want to fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
The excesses of love soon pass, but its insufficiencies torment us forever.
An old man in love is like a flower in winter.
Will you love me in December as you do in May,
Will you love me in the good old fashioned way?
When my hair has all turned gray,
Will you kiss me then and say,
That you love me in December as you do in May?
Love unlocks doors and opens windows that weren't even there before.
Great love affairs start with Champagne and end with tisane.
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
Love is a game that two can play and both win.
Without love, the rich and poor live in the same house.
The heart is a small thing, but desireth great matters. It is not sufficient for a kite's dinner, yet the whole world is not sufficient for it.
Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby.
We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
We picture love as heart-shaped because we do not know the shape of the soul.
All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men.
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen.
Some women love only what they can hold in their arms; others, only what they can't.
Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.
Desire creates havoc when it is the only thing between two people, or when it is what's missing.
Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves.
The arms of love encompass you with your present, your past, your future, the arms of love gather you together.
I need the starshine of your heavenly eyes,
After the day's great sun.
A lover is a man who tries to be more amiable than it is possible for him to be.
Love is not consolation. It is light.
True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights. If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
Love is the greatest touch-up artist of all.
Loving is never a waste of time.
Love in action is a harsh and dreadful thing compared with love in dreams.
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.
Mumps, measles, and puppy love are terrible after twenty.
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
Love is what you've been through with somebody.
Love is being stupid together.
In this horror of solitude, this need to lose his ego in exterior flesh, which man calls grandly the need for love.
Open your heart and take us in,
Love - love and me.
On a cloudy night, when nothing seems above, still, there is love. Always love. For something, from someone. It's never done. Never.
Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.
Love does not care to define and is never in a hurry to do so.
I love you like crazy, baby
'Cuz I'd go crazy without you.
What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.
I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people, you can set your watch by them. And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting.
Ah, lady, when I gave my heart to thee,
It passed into thy lifelong regency.
The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.
At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.
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