There is always some madness in love. But there is also always some reason in madness.
Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other
My love for you is a journey; Starting at forever, And ending at never
I tell you I love you every day for fear that tomorrow isn't another.
Love is, above all, the gift of oneself
To wait an Hour-is long-
If Love be just beyond-
To wait Eternity-is short-
If Love reward the end
The proof of true love is to be unsparing in criticism
Love reckons hours for months, and das for years;
And every little absence is an age
We are most alive when we're in love
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.
There is a land of the living and a land of the dead and the bridge is love, the only survival, the only meaning.
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.
Love must not touch the marrow of the soul. Our affections must be breakable chains that we can cast them off or tighten them.
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.
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.
To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known. Love needs no logic for its mission.
Love is somthing that can not be explained - the force that drives us to protect the ones we care about.
Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away. Push it to one side and it creeps to the other.
Paradise is always where love dwells.
Romantic love reaches out in little ways, showing attention and admiration, Romantic love remembers what pleases a woman, what excites her, and what surprises her. Its actions whisper: you are the most special person in my life.
And think not you can Direct the course of love, For love, If it finds you worthy, Directs your course
So dear I love him that with him, All deaths I could endure.
Without him, live no life.
The greatest healing therapy is friendship and love.
I have loved to the point of madness; That which is called madness,
That which to me, Is the only sensible way to love.
My love for you is a journey; Starting at forever, And ending at never.