Love is like a card trick. After you know how it works, it's no fun any more. |
Love is a rose but you better not pick it. It only grows when it's on the vine. |
If you have the woman you love, what more do you need? Well, besides an alibi for the time of her husband's murder. |
When you love someone all your saved-up wishes start coming out. |
Love is the wine of existence. |
Nothing is so sensitive as love-and the greater, the more sensitive. It cannot endure indifference. It needs to be wanted. Like a lamp, it needs to be fed from out of the oil of another's heart, or its flame burns low. |
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. |
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. |