Love ceases to be a pleasure when it ceases to be a secret.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
Some loves are like a vice that has ceased to give pleasure.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
The love that lasts longest is the love that is never returned.
Love is when the desire to be desired takes you so badly that you feel you could die of it.
The spring of love becomes hidden and soon filled up.
Love is what we aspire to most in our lives.
When you love something, it never goes away.
It has ever been since time began, and ever will be, till time lose breath, that love is a mood - no more - to man, and love to a woman is life or death.
The deep joy we take in the company of people with whom we have just recently fallen in love is undisguisable.
Though lovers be lost love shall not.