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The way to love anything is to realize that it may be lost.

I think we dream so we don’t have to be apart so long. If we’re in each other’s dreams, we can play together all night.

Love is a gross exaggeration of the difference between one person and everybody else.

The simple lack of her is more to me than others’ presence.

Man’s life is knowledge and that’s all. If the Man didn’t knew life he didn’t exist.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

The hunger for love is much more difficult to remove than the hunger for bread.

Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.

There is no surprise more magical than the surprise of being loved. It is God’s finger on man’s shoulder.

You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover’s arms can only come later when you’re sure they won’t

Ah me! love can not be cured by herbs.

Love is the only sane and satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.

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.

Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing a

When love is not madness, it is not love.

Let your love be like the misty rains, coming softly, but flooding the river.

Do I love you because you’re beautiful,
Or are you beautiful because I love you?

For you see, each day I love you more
Today more than yesterday and less than tomorr.

Forget love – I’d rather fall in chocolate!

Love is much like a wild rose, beautiful and calm, but willing to draw blood in its defense.

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 – 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 sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly.

The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could be other gods.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which bomes a habit.

Hate leaves ugly scars, love leaves beautiful ones.

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

The art of love… is largely the art of persistence.

Love one another and you will be happy. It’s as simple and as difficult as that.

Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.

Who, being loved, is poor?

Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.

Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents! Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.

A baby is born with a need to be loved – and never outgrows it.