The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
The elusive nature of love... it can be such a fleeting thing. You see it there and it's just fluttering and it's gone.
To love is so startling it leaves little time for anything else.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
People fall in love for mysterious reasons.
Love grows more tremendously full, swift, poignant, as the years multiply.
Love is like an hourglass, with the heart filling up as the brain empties.
Everybody knows that love goes away.
The fate of love is that it always seems too little or too much.
Love makes your soul crawl out from its hiding place.