Taste and love are not the servants of the will. Love is and must be free. It rises from the heart like perfume from a flower.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art.
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 like a beautiful flower which I may not touch, but whose fragrance makes the garden a place of delight just the same.
Love is always bestowed as a gift - freely, willingly and without expectation. We don't love to be loved; we love to love.
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
To love is to believe, to hope, to know; Tis an essay, a taste of Heaven below!
Truly, love is delightful and pleasant food, supplying, as it does, rest to the weary, strength to the weak, and joy to the sorrowful. It in fact renders the yoke of truth easy and its burden light.
The fact is that love is of two kinds, one which commands, and one which obeys. The two are quite distinct, and the passion to which the one gives rise is not the passion of the other.
Love is something that grows, that comes from nourishment; it builds.
Love is the poetry of the senses.