What is life, when wanting love? Night without a morning; love's the cloudless summer sun, nature gay adorning.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
In every living thing there is the desire for love.
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.
Life without love is like a tree without blossoms or fruit.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Suddenly life has new meaning to me, there's beauty up above and things we never take notice of, you wake up suddenly you're in love.
Where there is love there is life.
Love is the river of life in the world.
Life is pain and the enjoyment of love is an anesthetic.
When you arise in the morning, think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive - to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.
What is love? It is the morning and the evening star.