Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, read more

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs, Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes, Being vexed, a sea nourished with lovers' tears. What is it else? A madness most discreet, A choking gall and a preserving sweet.

It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

It's possible to love a human being if you don't know them too well.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

When love is at its best, one loves so much that he cannot forget.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

You know how they say you only hurt the ones you love? Well, it works both ways.

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is read more

Love does not begin and end the way we seem to think it does. Love is a battle, love is a war; love is a growing up.

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will read more

For in the end, we will conserve only what we love. We will love only what we understand. We will understand only what we are taught.

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one read more

I cannot love as I have loved,
And yet I know not why;
It is the one great woe of life
To feel all feeling die.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.

All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.