How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height my soul can reach.
Joy is not in things, it is in us.
If you want a do-right woman, you have to be a do-right man
Gravitation can not be held responsible for people falling in love.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination.
I love you - those three words have my life in them.
The dedicated life is the life worth living. You must give with your whole heart.
If you love someone, set them free.
The worst part of life is waiting. The best part of life is having someone worth waiting for.
Love is a moment that lasts forever.
Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
Love is patient and kind, love is not jealous or boastful, it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way, it is not irritable or resentful, it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things.
A life without love in it is like a heap of ashes upon a deserted hearth, with the fire dead, the laughter stilled and the light extinguished.
Live Simply, Laugh Often, Love Deeply.
Love is like a blazing flame, golden and full of warmth.
Romance should never begin with sentiment. It should begin with science and end with a settlement.
Love the giver more than the gift.
You make me want to be a better man. As good as it gets.
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.
The best and most beautiful things in the world can not be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart.
All paths lead nowhere, so it is important to choose a path that has heart.
For every beauty there is an eye somewhere to see it. For every truth there is an ear somewhere to hear it. For every love there is a heart somewhere to receive it.
On the last analysis, then, love is life. Love never faileth and life never faileth so long as there is love.
Love isn't blind, it just only sees what matters.
Man's love is of man's life a part, it is a woman's whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.
Love cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low.
Find the person who will love you because of your differences and not in spite of them and you have found a lover for life.
To the world you may be one person, but to one person you may be the world.
The art of love, is largely the art of persistence.
Love is a butterfly, which when pursued is just beyond your grasp, but if you will sit down quietly it may alight upon you.
Each day I love you more, today more than yesterday and less than tomorrow.
Love is the universal thirst for a communion not merely of the senses, but of our whole nature.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
In our life there is a single color, as on an artist's palette, which provides the meaning of life and art. It is the color of love.
Love is a hole in the heart.
If it is your time, love will track you down like a cruise missile.
My love for you is a journey, starting at forever, and ending at never.
Love, all alike, no season knows, nor clime, nor hours, days, months, which are the rags of time.
Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn.
There are never enough I Love You's.
My heart is ever at your service.
Seduce my mind and you can have my body, find my soul and I'm yours forever.
Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.
To love a person is to learn the song that is in their heart, and to sing it to them when they have forgotten.
What greater thing is there for two human souls that to feel that they are joined, to strengthen each other, to be at one with each other in silent unspeakable memories.
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 sweet, delicate, dreamy an eternity of gorgeous moments.
Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant ?
No disguise can long conceal love where it exists, or long feign it where it is lacking.
The minute I heard my first love story I started looking for you, not knowing how blind that was. Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along.
Love is a haunting melody that I have never mastered and I fear I never will.
Something happened to me. It was the sweetest thing that ever could be. It was a fantasy a dream come true, it was the day I met you !
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
To love oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.
We are born in relationship, we are wounded in relationship, and we can be healed in relationship.
What love we've given, we'll have forever. What love we fail to give, will be lost for all eternity.
Our love is here to stay.
Love is the history of a woman's life, it is an episode in man's.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Romance, like a ghost escapes touching, it is always where you are not, not where you are. The interview or conversation was prose at the time, but it is poetry in the memory.
Romantic love is an illusion. Most of us discover this truth at the end of a love affair or else when the sweet emotions of love lead us into marriage and then turn down their flames.
From every human being there rises a light that reaches straight to heaven, and when two souls that are destined to be together find each other, the streams of light flow together and a single brighter light goes forth from that united being.
Love vanquishes time. To lovers, a moment can be eternity, eternity can be the tick of a clock.
If you would be loved, love and be lovable.
What is life without the radiance of love.
Love is a verb.
Love is an act of faith, and whoever is of little faith is also of little love.
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The loving are the daring.
The heart that loves is always young.
To love deeply in one direction makes us more loving in all others.
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 the true means by which the world is enjoyed. Our love to others, and others love to us.
The only true gift is a portion of yourself.
Love is a symbol of eternity that wipes away all sense of time, removing all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
Age does not protect you from love. But love, to some extent, protects you from age.
A peace that comes from fear and not from the heart is the opposite of peace.
Love is a thing, well, it's kind of like quicksand. The more you are in it, the deeper you sink. And when it hits you, you've just got to fall.
There is only one happiness in life, to love and be loved.
What the heart has once owned and had, it shall never lose.
If you love somebody, let them go, for if they return, they were always yours. And if they don't, they never were.
Love thy neighbour as thyself.
The best proof of love is trust.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality, the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
Work is love made manifest.
This kind of certainty comes but just once in a lifetime.
Love is always open arms. If you close your arms about love you will find that you are left holding only yourself.
We come to love not by finding a perfect person, but by learning to see an imperfect person perfectly.
Love is a mutual self-giving which ends in self-recovery.
Let no one who loves be called unhappy Even love unreturned has its rainbow.
All love that has not friendship for it's base, is like a mansion built upon the sand.