Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Sometimes the heart sees what is invisible to the eye.
Love doesn't make the world go 'round. Love is what makes the ride worthwhile.
Love is composed of a single soul inhabiting two bodies.
Love is a fruit in season at all times and within reach of every hand.
Love: a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to pucker.
Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen nor even touched, but just felt in the heart.
Love is a fabric which never fades, no matter how often it is washed in the water of adversity and grief.
In the arithmetic of love, one plus one equals everything, and two minus one equals nothing.
Love is something eternal; the aspect may change, but not the essence.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
Love is a fire. But whether it is going to warm your hearth or burn down your house, you can never tell.
Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.
Love is when the other person's happiness is more important than your own.
Love is of all passions the strongest, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
Love is to love someone for who they are, who they were, and who they will be.
To love is nothing. To be loved is something. But to love and be loved, that's everything.
Love is an untamed force. When we try to control it, it destroys us. When we try to imprison it, it enslaves us. When we try to understand it, it leaves us feeling lost and confused.
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