Love is the delightful interval between meeting a beautiful girl and discovering that she looks like a haddock.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
Love is the flower of life, and blossoms unexpectedly and without law, and must be plucked where it is found, and enjoyed for the brief hour of its duration.
Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
Love is a beautiful feeling.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Love is the poetry of the senses.
The beauty of a woman must be seen from in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart, the place where love resides.
Having blown up my own long-term marriage via an extramarital affair, followed by a traumatic divorce, I tend to think of love as less a gently glowing hearth than a set of flaming train tracks you strap yourself onto.
Love is a great beautifier.