Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.
Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.
You don't love a person because they are beautiful, they are beautiful because you love them.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,
A song is no song 'til you sing it,
And love in your heart
Wasn’t put there to stay -
Love isn’t love
'Til you give it away.
Love never reasons but profusely gives; gives, like a thoughtless prodigal, its all, and trembles lest it has done too little.
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.
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.