When love is not madness, it is not love.
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Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of
time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
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Trip over love, you can get up. Fall in love and you fall
forever.
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Love looks not with the eyes, but with the mind, And
therefore is winged Cupid painted blind.
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Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.
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If love is blind, why is lingerie so popular?
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Who, being loved, is poor?
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Without love, what are we worth? Eighty-nine cents!
Eighty-nine cents worth of chemicals walking around lonely.
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Time is too slow for those who wait, too swift for those who
fear, too long for those who grieve, too short for those who
rejoice, but for those who love, time is eternity.
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Love is much nicer to be in than an automobile accident, a
tight girdle, a higher tax bracket or a holding pattern over
Philadelphia.
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Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.
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For you see, each day I love you more Today more than
yesterday and less than tomorrow.
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Love - a wildly misunderstood although highly desirable
malfunction of the heart which weakens the brain, causes eyes to
sparkle, cheeks to glow, blood pressure to rise and the lips to
pucker.
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Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his
torments willingly.
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The lover is a monotheist who knows that other people
worship different gods but cannot himself imagine that there could
be other gods.
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Love is the magician that pulls man out of his own hat.
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Take away love and our earth is a tomb.
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He felt now that he was not simply close to her, but that he
did not know where he ended and she began.
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Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.
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Love is a game that two can play and both win.
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Without love, the rich and poor live in the same house.
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Love, and a cough, cannot be hid.
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Poetry spills from the cracks of a broken heart, but flows
from one which is loved.
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The eskimos had fifty-two names for snow because it was
important to them: there ought to be as many for love.
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Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can
hold.
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Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve
continuation of the species.
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Love would never be a promise of a rose garden unless it is
showered with light of faith, water of sincerity and air of
passion.
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Sometimes we make love with our eyes. Sometimes we make love
with our hands. Sometimes we make love with our bodies. Always we
make love with our hearts.
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You know when you have found your prince because you not
only have a smile on your face but in your heart as well.
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Love puts the fun in together, the sad in apart, and the joy
in a heart.
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A baby is born with a need to be loved - and never outgrows
it.
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Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be
silly.
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Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.
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It is astonishing how little one feels alone when one loves.
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Love is an exploding cigar we willingly smoke.
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Love is not singular except in syllable.
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Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
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True love comes quietly, without banners or flashing lights.
If you hear bells, get your ears checked.
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Love is being stupid together.
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For twas not into my ear you whispered But into my heart
Twas not my lips you kissed But my soul
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As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire
of love with words.
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Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball
is pretty good too.
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What the world really needs is more love and less paper
work.
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Falling in love is so hard on the knees.
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Love is metaphysical gravity.
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Lots of people want to ride with you in the limo, but what
you want is someone who will take the bus with you when the limo
breaks down.
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Who would give a law to lovers? Love is unto itself a
higher law.
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Love is the poetry of the senses.
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We loved with a love that was more than love.
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Are we not like two volumes of one book?
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At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.
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True love stories never have endings.
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Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which
becomes a habit.
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Love is the greatest refreshment in life.
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Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by
imagination.
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