No, there's nothing half so sweet in life as love's young dream.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Nothing is more beautiful than the love that has weathered the storms of life. The love of the young for the young, that is the beginning of life. But the love of the old for the old, that is the beginning of things longer.
The love of my life? I'm much too young to answer that question.
Life is short, and it is up to you to make it sweet.
Love has no age.
Sweet is the memory of distant friends! Like the mellow rays of the departing sun, it falls tenderly, yet sadly, on the heart.
I'm 20 years old, and I still love love. I hope I'm sweet. Just your everyday girl.
In my wildest dreams, I could not have imagined a sweeter life.
When you fall in love, and you're very young, you think that that's the love of your life. And maybe it is, but it usually doesn't turn out that way.
Young love is a flame; very pretty, often very hot and fierce, but still only light and flickering. The love of the older and disciplined heart is as coals, deep-burning, unquenchable.
There is no dream of love, however ideal it may be, which does not end up with a fat, greedy baby hanging from the breast.