Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind; And therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.

William Shakespeare

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.

Charles A. Lindbergh

Do you want me to tell you something really subversive? Love is everything it's cracked up to be. That's why people are so cynical about it. . . . It really is worth fighting for, being brave for, risking everything for. And the trouble is, if you don't risk anything, you risk even more.

Erica Jong

Today I begin to understand what love must be, if it exists.... When we are parted, we each feel the lack of the other half of ourselves. We are incomplete like a book in two volumes of which the first has been lost. That is what I imagine love to be: incompleteness in absence.


Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.


You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.

Henry Adams

There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.

Thornton Wilder

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you, in the idea of you, my whole life long.

Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink, every drop promising eternal passion.


Men always want to be a woman's first love. Women have a more subtle instinct: What they like is to be a man's last romance.

Oscar Wilde

He loved the twilight that surrounds The border-land of old romance; Where glitter hauberk, helm, and lance, And banner waves, and trumpet sounds, And ladies ride with hawk on wrist, And mighty warriors sweep along, Magnified by the purple mist, The dusk of centuries and of song.

Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

We are most alive when we're in love

John Updike

We are most alive when we're in love

John Updike

Love reckons hours for months, and das for years; And every little absence is an age

John Dryden, Amphitryon

The proof of true love is to be unsparing in criticism

Moliere, Le Misanthrope

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