Love is as much of an object as an obsession, everybody wants it, everybody seeks it, but few ever achieve it, those who do will cherish it, be lost in it, and among all, never… never forget it.
Love is always bestowed as a gift – freely, willingly and without expectation. We don’t love to be loved; we love to love.
Love is like a roller coaster,
Once you have completed the ride,
you want to go again.
Love is the only way to grasp another human being in the innermost core of his personality.
Love at first sight is often cured by a second look.
Love is sweet when it’s new, but sweeter when it’s true.
Love is like a butterfly, it settles upon you when you least expect it.
Love is the hardest habit to break, and the most difficult to satisfy.
Love is like a glass door… sometimes you don’t see it, and it smacks you right in your face.
Remember that great love and great achievements involve great risk.
Forever is not a word…rather a place where two lovers go when true love takes them there.
One’s first love is always perfect until one meets one’s second love.
Where the sacred laws of honour are once invaded, love makes the easier conquest.
Ancient lovers believed a kiss would literally unite their souls, because the spirit was said to be carried in one’s breath.
Not all of us have to possess earthshaking talent. Just common sense and love will do.
When they asked me what I loved most about life, I smiled and said you.
There are very few people who are not ashamed of having been in love when they no longer love each other.
I have learned not to worry about love;
But to honor its coming with all my heart.
I speak in hugs & kisses because true love never misses I will lead or follow to be with you tomorrow. Unknown
One does not fall “in” or “out” of love. One grows in love.
Love appears in moments, how long can I hold a moment, as my moment fades, I yearn to catch sight or sound of you, to feel the surging of my heart erupt into joyous sounds of laughter.
However rare true love may be, it is less so than true friendship.
Within you, I lose myself. Without you,
I find myself wanting to be lost again.
We don’t believe in rheumatism and true love until after the first attack.
Love is the only satisfactory answer to the problem of human existence.
Love is a puzzle posed by the emotions and not likely to be solved by reason.
Love is hard to get into, but even harder to get out of.
They say love is blind…and marriage is an institution. Well, I’m not ready for an institution for the blind just yet.
Love is one long sweet dream, and marriage is the alarm clock.
Love gives light even in the darkest tunnel.
Love is always within. When you try to dramatize your love, you lose the depth of the love.
The act of love . . . is a confession. Selfishness screams aloud, vanity shows off, or else true generosity reveals itself.
To love is to admire with the heart:
to admire is to love with the mind.
If you love someone you would be willing to give up everything for them, but if they loved you back they’d never ask you to.
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
If love is a game, it has to be the hardest game in the world. After all, how can anyone win a game where there are no rules?
If you have love in your life it can make up for a great many things you lack. If you don’t have it, no matter what else there is, it’s not enough.