Love is a friendship set to music.
Pains of love be sweeter far than all other pleasures are.
Lord, grant that I might not so much seek to be loved as to love.
Love is the joy of the good, the wonder of the wise, the amazement of the Gods.
I’m not saying that love always takes you to heaven. Your life can become a nightmare. But that said, it is worth taking the risk.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
Love is an energy which exists of itself. It is its own value.
Down on your knees, and thank heaven, fasting, for a good man’s love.
You will find as you look back upon your life that the moments when you have truly lived are the moments when you have done things in the spirit of love.
Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.
I was about half in love with her by the time we sat down. That’s the thing about girls. Every time they do something pretty… you fall half in love with them, and then you never know where the hell you are.
Love seeks one thing only: the good of the one loved. It leaves all the other secondary effects to take care of themselves. Love, therefore, is its own reward.
When we are in love we seem to ourselves quite different from what we were before.
When you love a man, he becomes more than a body. His physical limbs expand, and his outline recedes, vanishes. He is rich and sweet and right. He is part of the world, the atmosphere, the blue sky and the blue water.
We may give without loving, but we cannot love without giving.
I long for the raised voice, the howl of rage or love.
No, there’s nothing half so sweet in life as love’s young dream.
Love comes unseen; we only see it go.
At the beginning and at the end of love, the two lovers are embarrassed to find themselves alone.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
As the Father has loved me, so have I loved you.
Love is a better teacher than duty.
The first magic of love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
We are never so defensless against suffering as when we love.
Loving others always costs us something and requires effort. And you have to decide to do it on purpose. You can’t wait for a feeling to motivate you.
