Love doesn't just sit there, like a stone; it has to be made, like bread, remade all the time, made new.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
All love is original, no matter how many other people have loved before.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
Just because you don't see someone doesn't mean the love has changed.
Love is something that grows, that comes from nourishment; it builds.
Love gives itself; it is not bought.
I searched for years I found no love. I'm sure that love will never be a product of plasticity.
Love does not alter the beloved, it alters itself.
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.
Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.