I got my eyes on you You're everything that I see, I want your hot love and emotion Endlessly.
Love reckons hours for months, and days for years; and every little absence is an age.
Love is merely a madness, and, I tell you, deserves as well a dark house and a whip as madmen do.
Love is friendship that has caught fire . . .
Love is like a fever which comes and goes quite independently of the will. ... there are no age limits for love.
Love is . . . a madness most discreet
Love is great, love is fine. Out the box, out of line. The affliction of the feeling leaves me wanting more.
Love hath never known a law beyond its own sweet will.
Love is a smoke rais'd with the fume of sighs; being purg'd, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes; being vex'd, a sea nourish'd with lovers' tears; what is it else? A madness most discreet, a choking gall, and a preserving sweet.
Reason is powerless in the expression of Love.
Now that I'm in love, I haven't a clue. Now that I'm in love, I'm completely stupid on the subject.
Love is an intensification of life.
I love you wildly, insanely, infinitely.
Love is all, love is new, love is all, love is you.
Did Romeo and Juliet have a ... "relationship"? The term "relationship" ... betokens a chaste egalitarianism leveling different ranks and degrees of attachment.
Erotic love is one of the highest forms of contemplation.
Full-blooded romantic love I wouldn't be able to write about.
Love is an incurable malady like those pathetic states in which rheumatism affords the sufferer a brief respite only to be replaced by epileptiform headaches.
If one is strong, one loves the more strongly.
I love you Max,"Fang said..."God, Max I love you so much." I know. I thought. I've always known
Love, she thought, must come suddenly, with great outbursts and lightnings,--a hurricane of the skies, which falls upon life, revolutionises it, roots up the will like a leaf, and sweeps the whole heart into the abyss.
Romantic love is mental illness. But it's a pleasurable one.
Love in all its forms is very difficult ... to express. It changes, obviously. If you’re young, and you’re romantically in love with somebody, and often if you’ve just met somebody, its crazy! It’s completely overwhelming. You can’t think of anything else. You just want to climb inside the other person and live under their pancreas. And then it mellows, somewhat... to the point where you can barely look at them... without feeling a mild distaste
Try to reason about love, and you will lose your reason.
But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.
