Love is a temporary madness. It erupts like an earthquake and then subsides. And when it subsides you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion. That is just being "in love" which any of us can convince ourselves we are. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
LOVE: We think about it, Sing about it, Dream about it && Loose sleep worrying about it. When we don't know we have it, we search for it. When we discover it, we don't know what to do with it. When we have it, we fear loosing it. It is the constant source of pleasure and pain. But we don't know which it will be from one moment to the next. It is a short word, easy to spell, difficult to define && IMPOSSIBLE to live without.
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
There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God's finger on man's shoulder
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.
The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.
Absence diminishes small loves and increases great ones, as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.
The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough
The ultimate test of a relationship is to disagree but to hold hands.
When a man is in love or in debt, someone else has the advantage.
Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.
A bell is no bell 'til you ring it,A song is no song 'til you sing it,And love in your heartWasn’t put there to stay -Love isn’t love'Til you give it away
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.
Passion makes the world go round. Love just makes it a safer place.
Love is no respecter of age or practicalityNeither morality: unabashedShe enters where she willUnheeding that her immortal firesBurn up human hearts...
Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses
When you're in love you never really know whether your elation comes from the qualities of the one you love, or if it attributes them to her; whether the light which surrounds her like a halo comes from you, from her, or from the meeting of your sparks.
Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.
Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.
The saddest thing in the world, is loving someone who used to love you
There is a time for departure even when there's no certain place to go
Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love
You wondered how you’d make it through. I wondered what was wrong with you. Because how could you give your love to someone else, yet share your dreams with me? Sometimes the only thing you’re looking for, is the one thing you can’t see.
Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don't know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of withering, of tarnishing.
As soon as forever is through, I'll be over you
Listen to your heart before you tell him goodbye
"Tears are words the hard can't express
She taught me how to love, but not how to stop"
Breaking up is just like having the worst nightmare after having the best dream
Real loss only occurs when you lose something you love more than yourself
I hate the stars because I look at the same ones as you do, without you
I would give up everything for one moment with you; for one moment is better than a lifetime of not knowing you
Loving you was my favorite mistake
I'm afraid to love afraid to love so fast, because every time I fall in love it never seems to last
The worst feeling in the world is giving all the love you have and knowing it will never be returned
I gave you everything but it wasn't enough to make you stay
Every time I see him all cool, calm and collected, I lose my breath, my heart starts pounding, and I am painfully aware that I am not over him and he is over me
People think it's holding on that makes you stronger, but sometimes it's letting go"
Mama always said life was like a box a chocolates, never know what you're gonna get
Sometimes it's a form of love just to talk to somebody that you have nothing in common with and still be fascinated by their presence
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same
Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserved
We don't believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack
True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about and few have seen
All love is probationary, a fact which frightens women and exhilarates men
Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows from one which is loved.
A man is not where he lives, but where he loves
True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self
On a cloudy night, when nothing seems above, still, there is love. Always love. For something, from someone. It's never done
The heart has its reasons that reason knows nothing of.
And Finally…
You can give without loving, but you can never love without giving.
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