Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs.

As soon go kindle fire with snow, as seek to quench the fire of love with words.

The world is too dangerous for anything but truth and too small for anything but love.

Self-love, my liege, is not so vile a sin, as self-neglecting. William Shakespear

Come out of the circle of time and into the circle of love.

Absence is to love, as wind is to fire; it extinguishes the small and kindles the great.

Love is a condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own.

Why love, if losing hurts so much? We love to know we are not alone.

The heart has its reasons, which reasons it knows not of.

Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet, when absent souls in fantasy meet.