A girl does not treat a possible lover with unvarying simplicity and directness. In all its phases, love is complex; friendship is not.
Beauty, sweet love, is like the morning dew, Whose short refresh upon tender green, Cheers for a time, but till the sun doth show And straight is gone, as it had never been.
The loss of young first love is so painful that it borders on the ludicrous.
Everybody says love is about finding the person who is right for me and then everything will be fine. But it’s not like that. It involves work. An old man tells you this!
Love is being stupid together.
To be able to say how much love, is love but little.
Love is energy of life.
Love is an irresistible desire to be irresistibly desired.
If a person loves only one other person, and is indifferent to his fellow men, his love is not love but a symbiotic attachment, or an enlarged egotism.
Man’s love is of man’s life a part; it is a woman’s whole existence. In her first passion, a woman loves her lover, in all the others all she loves is love.