Love is the thing that enables a woman to sing while she mops up the floor after her husband has walked across it in his barn boots.
A hundred hearts would be too few. To carry all my love for you.
Tis sweet to know there is an eye will mark our coming, and look brighter when we come.
It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.
Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.
Love is an ocean of emotions entirely surrounded by expenses.
Love is no respecter of age or practicality
Neither morality: unabashed
She enters where she will
Unheeding that her immortal fires
Burn up human hearts.
Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.
Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.