Love is an endless mystery, for it has nothing else to explain it.
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Though I am young and cannot tell Either what death or love is well,...
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Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido. (Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)
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True love is like ghosts, which everybody talks about and few have seen.
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Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket--safe, dark, motionless, airless--it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.
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Love is my religion - I could die for it.
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Love is agrowing, to full constant light; and his first minute, after noon, is night
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Es tan corto el amor, y tan largo el olvido.
(Love is so short, and forgetting is so long.)
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The story of life is quicker than the blink of an eye The story of love is hello and goodbye Until we meet again
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Love is an ideal thing, marriage a real thing; a confusion of the real with the ideal never goes unpunished.
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Love is the only gold.
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Love rules the court, the camp, the grove, And men below, and saints above For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
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Love is like the wild rose-briar; Friendship like the holly-tree. The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms, but which will bloom most constantly?
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To fall in love is to create a religion that has a fallible god.
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No matter how hard it is, true love is also the result of an accident in the dream of our life, and that accident is an event that happens in our soul. This event can be in another transcendental reality a volcano, a butterfly, a mountain or any other possible image we cannot even imagine.
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But true love is a durable fire In the mind ever burning Never sick, never old, never dead From itself never turning.
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Thy love is such I can no way repay, The heavens reward thee manifold I pray....
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Infatuation is when you think that 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 Conners, as funny as Ralph Nader, as athletic as Henry Kissinger, and nothing like Robert Redford--but you'll take him anyway.
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Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Love
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Mitch True love is hard to find, sometimes you think you have true love and then you catch the early flight home from San Diego and a couple of nude people jump out of your bathroom blindfolded like a goddamn magic show ready to double team your girlfriend...
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Of all forms of caution, caution in love is perhaps the most fatal to true happiness.
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Love is shown in your deeds, not in your words.
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One of the biggest things that people say is that kids love football, they love baseball, they love soccer, they love basketball, but put a hockey stick in their hands and we'll find out where their true love is.
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Romantic love, in pornography as in life, is the mythic celebration of female negation. For a woman, love is defined as her willingness to submit to her own annihilation. The proof of love is that she is willing to be destroyed by the one whom she loves, for his sake. For the woman, love is always self-sacrifice, the sacrifice of identity, will, and bodily integrity, in order to fulfill and redeem the masculinity of her lover.
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Love is a great beautifier.
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Love is the most important thing in the world, but baseball is pretty good too.
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To be in love Is to touch with a lighter hand. In yourself you stretch, you are well.
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The sadness of the women's movement is that they don't allow the necessity of love. See, I don't personally trust any revolution where love is not allowed.
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I can't make head or tail of Life. Love is a fine thing, Art is a fine thing, Nature is a fine thing; but the average human mind and spirit are confusing beyond measure.
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The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can never end.
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