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.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Love is a springtime plant that perfumes everything with its hope, even the ruins to which it clings.
Love is the expansion of two natures in such fashion that each include the other, each is enriched by the other.
Love is the attempt to form a friendship inspired by beauty.
Love is an act of endless forgiveness, a tender look which becomes a habit.
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Love is cheering and sharing and compassion and giving and receiving. Love is an action thing more than a word thing, that brings comfort or joy or relief to anyone or anything.
Love is the river of life in the world.
Love is the expression of one's values, the greatest reward you can earn for the moral qualities you have achieved in your character and person, the emotional price paid by one man for the joy he receives from the virtues of another.
Love is a sickness full of woes, All remedies refusing; A plant that with most cutting grows, Most barren with best using.
Love is the flower you've got to let grow.