...If I had a single flower for every time I think about you, I could walk forever in my garden.
The only way to be loved, is to be and to appear lovely; to possess and display kindness, benevolence, tenderness; to be free from selfishness and to be alive to the welfare of others.
Love is the purification of the heart from self; it strengthens and ennobles the character, gives higher motives and a nobler aim to every action of life, and makes both man and woman strong, noble, and courageous.
The quarrels of lovers are like summer storms; everything is more beautiful when they have passed.
We never can willingly offend where we sincerely love.
If you live to be a hundred, I want to live to be a hundred minus one day, so I never have to live without you.
It is difficult to know at what moment love begins; it is less difficult to know it has begun. A thousand heralds proclaim it to the listening air, a thousand messengers betray it to the eye. Tone, act, attitude and look, the signals upon the countenance, the electric telegraph of touch,—all these betray the yielding citadel before the word itself is uttered, which, like the key surrendered, opens every avenue and gate of entrance, and renders retreat impossible.
Love and you shall be loved. All love is mathematically just, as much as the two sides of an algebraic equation.
If there is anything that keeps the mind open to angel visits, and repels the ministry of ill, it is human love.
The first symptom of true love in a young man is timidity, in a girl it is boldness. The two sexes have a tendency to approach, and each assumes the qualities of the other.
The lover's pleasure, like that of the hunter, is in the chase, and the brightest beauty loses half its merit, as the flower its perfume, when the willing hand can reach it too easily. There must be doubt; there must be difficulty and danger.
Love is like a butterfly, it goes where it pleases and it pleases wherever it goes.
The greatest happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved -- loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.
Love is of all stimulants the most powerful. It sharpens the wits like danger, and the memory like hatred; it spurs the will like ambition; it intoxicates like wine.
Let those love now who never loved before
Let those that always loved now love the more.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below, and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
Love's like the measles—all the worse when it comes late in life.
Love's sweetest meanings are unspoken; the full heart knows no rhetoric of words.
Love, it has been said, flows downward. The love of parents for their children has always been far more powerful than that of children for their parents .
It is better to desire than to enjoy, to love than to be loved.
Who never loved ne'er suffered; he feels nothing,
Who nothing feels but for himself alone.
Love why do we one passion call,
When 'tis a compound of them all?
Where hot and cold, where sharp and sweet,
In all their equipages meet;
Where pleasures mix'd with pains appear,
Sorrow with joy, and hope with fear.
Nothing more excites to everything noble and generous, than virtuous love.
Love, free as air, at sight of human ties,
Spreads his light wings, and in a moment flies.
But there's nothing half so sweet in life
As love's young dream.
They do not love, that do not show their love.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak. It serves for food and raiment.
Love seizes on us suddenly, without giving warning, and our disposition or our weakness favors the surprise; one look, one glance from the fair, fixes and determines us. Friendship, on the contrary, is a long time forming; it is of slow growth, through many trials and months of familiarity.
Love is a child that talks in broken language,
Yet then he speaks most plain.
Love that has nothing but beauty to keep it in good health, is short-lived.—
No cord or cable can draw so forcibly, or bind so fast, as love can do with only a single thread.
It is possible that a man can be so changed by love, that one could not recognize him to be the same person.
Only those who love with the heart can animate the love of others.
If a man really loves a woman, of course he wouldn't marry her for the world, if he were not quite sure that he was the best person she could by any possibility marry.
True love is humble, thereby is it known;
Girded for service, seeking not its own;
Vaunts not itself, but speaks in self-dispraise.