Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

One should always be in love. This is the reason why one should never marry.

One should always be in love. This is the reason why one should never marry.

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, read more

There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; read more

Love, with very young people, is a heartless business. We drink at that age from thirst, or to get drunk; it is only later in life that we occupy ourselves with the individuality of our wine.

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is like a violin. The music may stop now and then, but the strings remain forever.

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a read more

Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over Philadelphia.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really read more

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love. We can never really love anybody with whom we never laugh. Love is in the giver, not the gift. He told me that once he forgot himself and opened up like a door with a loose latch and everything fell out and he tried for days to put it all back in the proper order, but he finally gave up and left if there in a pile and loved everything equally. thanks to a subscriber!

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.

The story of life is quicker then the blink of an eye, the story of love is hello, goodbye.