If you press me to say why I loved him, I can say no more than because he was he, and I was I.
Love isn't blind, it's retarded. -Don Foster and Susan Beavers, Two and a Half Men
Love is not blind - it sees more, not less. But because it sees more, it is willing to see less.
Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a higher law.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
Love has no desire but to fulfill itself. To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving.
Love must be as much a light, as it is a flame.