Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds.

William Shakespeare, "Sonnet CXVI" Tweet

Nobody has ever measured, even poets, how much a heart can hold.

Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.

We are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. It is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person.

You don't have to go looking for love when it's where you come from.

True love is a discipline in which each divines the secret self of the other and refuses to believe in the mere daily self.

What "love" is I don't know if it's not the response of our deepest natures to one another.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

Love is like dew that falls on both nettles and lilies.

Men love because they are afraid of themselves, afraid of the loneliness that lives in them, and need someone in whom they can lose themselves as smoke loses itself in the sky.

I learned the real meaning of love. Love is absolute loyalty. People fade, looks fade, but loyalty never fades. You can depend so much on certain people, you can set your watch by them. And that's love, even if it doesn't seem very exciting.

The supreme happiness of life is the conviction that we are loved - loved for ourselves, or rather, loved in spite of ourselves.

The most precious gift we can offer anyone is our attention. When mindfulness embraces those we love, they will bloom like flowers.

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.

The beginning of love is to let those we love be perfectly themselves, and not to twist them to fit our own image. Otherwise we love only the reflection of ourselves we find in them.

Love is only a dirty trick played on us to achieve continuation of the species.

I but know that I love thee, whatever thou art.

Platonic love is love from the neck up.

Anyone can be passionate, but it takes real lovers to be silly.

The love game is never called off on account of darkness.

Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.

We waste time looking for the perfect lover, instead of creating the perfect love.

Come live in my heart and pay no rent.

Fall not in love therefore; it will stick to your face.

Forget love - I'd rather fall in chocolate!

Before you love, learn to run through the snow leaving no footprint.

It is really one moment of looking love dead in the eye that takes us everywhere in a flash.

Love doesn't sit there like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all of the time, made new.

Once the realization is accepted that even between the closest human beings infinite distances continue, a wonderful living side by side can grow, if they succeed in loving the distance between them which makes it possible for each to see the other whole against the sky.

When love is not madness, it is not love.

Before I met my husband, I'd never fallen in love. I'd stepped in it a few times.

Love withers under constraints: its very essence is liberty: it is compatible neither with obedience, jealousy, nor fear: it is there most pure, perfect, and unlimited where its votaries live in confidence, equality and unreserve.

Take away love and our earth is a tomb.

Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.

Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.

The learned compute that seven hundred and seven millions of millions of vibrations have penetrated the eye before the eye can distinguish the tints of a violet. What philosophy can calculate the vibrations of the heart before it can distinguish the colours of love?

We're all a little weird. And life is a little weird. And when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall into mutually satisfying weirdness and call it love - true love.

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet.

Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

An old man in love is like a flower in winter.

Love is a sweet tyranny, because the lover endureth his torments willingly.

And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.

Love is metaphysical gravity.

Love is being stupid together.

Only in love are unity and duality not in conflict.

Love is like those second-rate hotels where all the luxury is in the lobby.

While God waits for His temple to be built of love, men bring stones.

What the world really needs is more love and less paper work.

Love is not singular except in syllable.

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