Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable. |
Most human beings are quite likeable if you do not see too much of them. |
Love is an exploding cigar which we willingly smoke. |
Love has its own instinct, finding the way to the heart, as the feeblest insect finds the way to its flower, with a will which nothing can dismay nor turn aside. |
Love takes off the masks that we fear we cannot live without and know we cannot live within. |
Love is like a virus. It can happen to anybody at any time. |
Love is a net that catches hearts like fish. |
Love, like truth, is the unassailable defense. |
Love is the white light of emotion. |
To love someone is to see a miracle invisible to others. |