If two people love each other, there can’t be a happy end to it.
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.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself
It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart, and the senses.
The opposite of love it not hate; it’s indifference
To love and to be loved is to feel the sun from the both sides.
If our love is only a will to possess, it is not love.
Love is a promise; love is a souvenir; once given, it is never forgotten; never let it disappear.
I almost wish we were butterflies and liv’d but three summer days – three such days with you I could fill with more delight than fifty common years could ever contain.
Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; and therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
When you fish for love, bait with your heart and not with your brain.
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.
True love always makes a man better, no matter what woman inspires it.
We’re born alone, we live alone, we die alone. Only through our love and friendship can we create the illusion for the moment that we’re not alone.
Before i met my husband, i’d never fallen in love. I’d stepped in it a few times.
The best and most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even heard, but must be felt with the heart.
It is better to love wisely, no doubt: but to love foolishly is better than not to be able to love at all.
I like not only to be loved, but also to be told I am loved.
The only thing we never get enough of is love; and the only thing we never give enough of is love.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, and penetrates walls to arrive at its destination
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
O mortals, what is love that binds beyond life on earth? To all corners & in pair we fly, braving season side by side. Union is bliss; parting is woe; agony is boundless, and for a lovelorn soul, sweetheart.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
The best feelings are those that have no words to describe them.
The love that lasts the longest is the love that is never returned.
Pure love is a willingness to give without a thought of receiving anything in return.
There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Love doesn’t make the world go round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.