Love is a snowmobile racing across the tundra and then suddenly it flips over, pinning you underneath. At night, the ice weasels come.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love will find a way through paths where wolves fear to prey.
When you look into the eyes of an animal you've rescued, you can't help but fall in love.
Love is a perky elf dancing a merry little jig and then suddenly he turns on you with a miniature machine gun.
I've had a deep love affair with skiing for many years.
You have to walk carefully in the beginning of love; the running across fields into your lover's arms can only come later when you're sure they won't laugh if you trip.
Love recognizes no barriers. It jumps hurdles, leaps fences, penetrates walls to arrive at its destination full of hope.
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is an ice cream sundae, with all the marvelous coverings. Sex is the cherry on top.
Love keeps the cold out better than a cloak.