There is always some madness in love.
Love is something more stern and splendid than mere kindness.
Love is the burning point of life, and since all life is sorrowful, so is love. The stronger the love, the more the pain. Love itself is pain, you might say -the pain of being truly alive.
Love is like a friendship caught on fire. In the beginning a flame, very pretty, often hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. As love grows older, our hearts mature and our love becomes as coals, deep-burning and unquenchable.
They always say the hottest love has the coldest end.
Fang, fang. I love you. I looooove you. I love you thiiiiiiiiiis much!
The love of the famous, like all strong passions, is quite abstract. Its intensity can be measured mathematically, and it is independent of persons.
When soul rises Into lips You feel the kiss You have wanted
Nora: This is crazy. Patch: I'm crazy. About you.
When a man loves a woman, can't keep his mind on nothing else. He'd trade the world for the good thing he's found.
These violent delights have violent ends And in their triumph die, like fire and powder, Which as they kiss consume. The sweetest honey Is loathsome in his own deliciousness And in the taste confounds the appetite. Therefore love moderately; long love doth so; Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.
A good love story always keeps the pot boiling.
Love goes toward love.
Underneath it all, you longed to be annihilated by love.
Kisses should not leave you satisfied.
So sweet and delicious do I become, when I am in bed with a man who, I sense, loves and enjoys me, that the pleasure I bring excels all delight, so the knot of love, however tight it seemed before, is tied tighter still.
Waking love suffereth no sleepe: Say, that raging love dothe appall the weake stomacke: Say, that lamenting love marreth the musicall.
People live for love. They kill for love. They die for love. They have songs, poems, novels, sculptures, paintings, myths, legends. It's one of the most powerful brain systems on Earth for both great joy and great sorrow.
L'absence diminue les mediocres passions, et augmente les grandes,comme le vent eteint les bougies, et allume le feu. Absence diminishes commonplace passions, and increases great ones, as wind extinguishes candles and kindles fire.
I think great romance needs great obstacles and textures.
Love is every bit as violent and dangerous as murder.
As far as I know, you can fancy someone, you can enjoy their company or you can wish them well. But what being in love is, I don't know.
Love is . . . a madness most discreet
Love is jealous, and ingenious in self-torture in proportion as it is pure and intense.
I love. The most reckless thing of all.
