Blushing is the color of virtue. DiogenesIs not a kiss the very autograph of love?
You love simply because you cannot help it
No matter where you go,
however far away,
a part of me will be with you
and a part of you, with me, will stay

But to see her was to love her,
love but her,
and love her forever

As for me, to love you alone, to make you happy, to do nothing which would contradict your wishes, this is my destiny and the meaning of my life.
Napole Bonaparted

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.
Oscarom Wildem

I only wish to be the fountain of love from which you drink,
every drop promising eternal passion.

Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Henry Kingslave

Love is most nearly itself when here and now cease to matter.

Absence lessens half-hearted passions, and increases great ones,
as the wind puts out candles and yet stirs up the fire.

There is no end. There is no beginning.
There is only the infinite passion of life.
Federick Shin

How bold one gets when one is sure of being loved!
Sigmund Freudo

Soul meets soul on lovers lips.
Percyila Shelley

Why love if losing hurts so muchI have no answers anymore
only the life I have lived
The pain now is part of the happiness (then).
Anthonius Hopkins

You were made perfectly to be loved - and surely I have loved you,
in the idea of you, my whole life long.

To love is to place our happiness in the happiness of another.
Gottfried Wilhelm von Leibnitz

I never knew how to worship until I knew how to love.

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.

If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only.
Do not say, I love her for her smile . . . her look . . . her way
Of speaking gently . . . for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, and, certes, brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day-
For these things in themselves,
Beloved, may be changed, or change for thee- and love so wrought,
May be unwrought so.

Pleasure of love lasts but a moment, Pain of love lasts a lifetime.

Love won't be tampered with, love won't go away.

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.

The love we give away is the only love we keep.

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.
Erica Jong

True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.

To a person in love, the value of the individual is intuitively known.
Love needs no logic for its mission.

This was love at first sight, love everlasting: a feeling unknown, unhoped for, unexpected-in so far as it could be a matter of conscious awareness; it took entire possession of him, and he understood, with joyous amazement, that this was for life.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes,
Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears.
What is it else?
A madness most discreet,
A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

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

Love has features which pierce all hearts,
he wears a bandage which conceals the faults of those beloved.
He has wings, he comes quickly and flies away the same.

Fantasy love is much better than reality love. Never doing it is very exciting. The most exciting attractions are between two opposites that never meet.

I have you. A lover and a friend. You are everything I need.
You are the sun, the air I breathe. Without you, life wouldn't be the same.
Please don't ever go away.
And if you go, then don't forget to take me with you.

Sometimes, it is good to be "alone"....but that doesn't
make us lonely. It is not a matter of being present "with"
someone, it is a matter of being present " to" someone.
Source Unknown

To love is like playing the piano.
First, you must learn to play by the rules.
Then, you must forget the rules and play from your heart.
Source Unknown

Absence from whom we love is worse than death,
and frustrates hope severer than despair.

So, fall asleep love, loved by me....for I know love, I am loved by thee.

I love you very, very much, and that is all that counts.
You fill my soul and my heart. You occupy my thoughts.
I embrace you in my mind as I will one day in my arms.
Forever. Where we belong.

You shine very brightly in my heart, and in my mind.
Small little truths that I either have to accept or dispel.
You will always be safe in my heart, no matter how dark the rest of it may become. You will always shine bright. Stand out among the rest.
This much I know.

But you realize, love should ALWAYS start as friendship.
If you can't be friends first, then love is USELESS.
And I will be adamant about this fact. Lovers must be best friends.
If you ask me, if you ask a married couple who their best friends are,
and they reply someone OTHER than their spouse,
their marriage will fail.
Friends first. Always.

A heart truly in love never loses hope but always believes in the promise of love, no matter how long the time and how far the distance.

Once in awhile, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale.

The word love can be explained in thousands of ways, but the only word that
comes to my mind is you.

I think we dream so we don't have to be away from one another.
If we're in each other's dreams, we'll always be together.

Why are old lovers able to become friends? Two reasons;
They never really loved each other, or they love each other still.

You are what happened when i wished upon a star.

If I tell you I love you can I keep you forever?
And if I tell you I miss you can we always be together?

When you say that you love someone, you're not always right.
But when you feel that you love someone, you know that it's true.

Don't hug me, it only makes me want to never let go.