When a wave of love takes over a human being... such an exaltation takes him that he knows he has put his finger on the pulse of the great secret and the great answer.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love is an indescribable sensation - perhaps a conviction, a sense of certitude.
Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
Love, as life, will fortunately remain an eternal mystery which no science will be able to penetrate and which reason cannot rule. Our only hope for the future is that man, endowed with a more delicate sense, will listen to the secrets of his own life.
Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.
Love is the master key that opens the gates of happiness, of hatred, of jealousy, and, most easily of all, the gate of fear.
Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
Love in all its subtleties is nothing more, and nothing less, than the more or less direct trace marked on the heart of the element by the psychical convergence of the universe upon itself.
Love is indeed, at root, the product of the firings of neurons and release of hormones.
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
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.