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.

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph read more

Infatuation is when you think he's as sexy as Robert Redford, as smart as Henry Kissinger, as noble as Ralph Nader, as funny as Woody Allen, and as athletic as Jimmy Conners. Love is when you realize that he's as sexy as Woody Allen, as smart as Jimmy Connors, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger and nothing like Robert Redford - but you'll take him anyway.

Love conquers all things except poverty and a toothache.

Love conquers all things except poverty and a toothache.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

If I had a flower for every time I thought of you...I could walk through my garden forever.

Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.

Immature love says: ‘I love you because I need you.’ Mature love says ‘I need you because I love you.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

To be fond of dancing was a certain step towards falling in love.

I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.

I can tell it all in song: pathos, gladness, love, joy, unhappiness.

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too read more

Love is not enough. It must be the foundation, the cornerstone- but not the complete structure. It is much too pliable, too yielding.

Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
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Mysterious love, uncertain treasure,
Hast thou more of pain or pleasure!
. . . .
Endless torments dwell above thee:
Yet who would live, and live without thee!